Seated across a couch in a small ready room a seasoned Bolian officer inclined his head upwards at the familiar chirp that preceded an incoming voice message. In truth he was neither on watch nor did he have any pressing tasks to complete, but he had taken it upon himself to adjust his usual pattern of work and rest so that he would be fresh and ready for the timing of their arrival, staying close by also seemed prudent. As such he was leafing through a work of James Joyce, the novel Ulysses, which a human captain and old friend of his had insisted he read for the nth time.

“Command to the bridge, were on approach to the Indigo System and Station Indigo-Four-One.” Came the voice of one of the younger officers assigned to supervise the bridge for this particular watch. 

“Understood Marvan, I will be across shortly.” The PADD went on to the table that was positioned against the right of the couch, but by his head given the angle he currently sat and he was on his feet and walking out onto the bridge in short order.

Walking briskly past the pair of andorian’s at the forward stations, giving an instruction on his way to the center chair. “Helm be sure to observe the control boundary, maintain a position outside until contact is made.” The Vulcan watch officer, standing long enough to throw a glance to the turbolift doors checking for XO’s arrival and settle into the next seat, for a short while at least..

“Permission to adjust course and speed accordingly?” Came the question, a natural one given the person asking it.

“Adjust  at your discretion. Hail the orbital station on the specified channel.” Vilgi ordered coming to a halt a pace away from his chair, he turned and elected to remain standing, ahead of the diplomatic exchange that he was expecting next. It also gave his soon to arrive XO an easier point to reach.

The words had barely left his lips when the operations officer reported. “We are being hailed, sir, audio only at present.” A gesture from the Bolian captain was all that was needed and shortly a disembodied and slightly reedy voice filled the space.

“Orbital Station Indigo-Four-One to the vessel on approach identified as the USS Rubidoux, can you confirm you are the said vessel?”

“This is the USS Rubidoux, we are now transmitting our starfleet identification bust for you to compare. I, Vilgi Morr designated commander of this vessel, am also transmitting my identification burst, as agreed. If this meets with your satisfaction I request both visual communication and to approach the station.” He rattled off, having committed to memory the order and protocol that needed to be followed. 

The station was built and kept as neutral ground for and by a pair of species that were currently observing a cease fire after many decades of interplanetary conflict. It’s construction looked a little primitive, massive solar panels attached to each pole, a larger central section, two smaller sections above and below, all connected by a vertical central pillar. Due to said cease fire access was both very limited, strictly controlled, with a very definite protocol involved, one which the federation and starfleet would stick to as a measure of good faith.

“Identification has been received, checking now, standby.” Came the curt and brief response

During this exchange the turbo lift doors opened and Eviae Merova, paced gracefully yet swiftly across and round to the command area, at the same time the Vulcan watch officer stood from her chair and moved back to the rear console crossing paths with Eviae. Who took a place just behind and off Vilgis right shoulder, who turned, offered her a smile and gestures for her to step up level, to him her nerves were obvious, the hands in front on atop the other, palms towards body, fingers of the topmost one tapping lightly against the lower. 

“Checks complete and cleared, you have persimmon to approach the station and planet.” At this point the blank screen flicked to display the image of a Dari officer charged with traffic control for this rotation. Who continued the permissions and advisories in the same tone, it was one that was perfunctory and betrayed his boredom. “Clearance to enter the atmosphere granted in line with established flight plan and search grid. Uninformed and unnecessary deviations will be taken exception too, you are warned.” 

“Duly noted.” Vilgi responded simply, and diplomatically.

“Captain, a reception has begun on the station, yours and your first officer’s presence is requested, with others you deem necessary, prior to commencement of the recovery operation. The request is from, I believe your own diplomatic lead. Your party may number five total and we look forward to welcoming you as guests.”

Vilgi nodded and glanced across at Eviae, who was being very guarded with her expressions for now.  Rubidoux Acknowledges. The vessel will come alongside and the party will beam over shortly. Morr out.” 

“Looks like a party needs to be attended, and that’s with a very small ‘p’. This might be an opportunity to gather additional information, I suspect that is the reason you an I were requested and that dear old dad is using your connection, time to give diplomacy a run out.” Vilgi confided in his first officer, knowing full well this would be an ask of her, but also knowing going through with it would stand her in good stead in the future.

She sighed, and expressed her concerns freely. “ Of all the people to have to play the diplomat against, it had to be him. This is going to be very uncomfortable.” 

“It often is, but you command now kid, come with territory. I only intend for us to stay as long as necessary. Anyway, time to make preparations.” 

“Alpha bridge relief, report to stations.” Vigil stated, after stepping back and tapping the comm protocol on his chair arm.

He turned fully now and addressed the bridge crew. “Okay I’m attending as is the XO. Racshaw, Charnak, both of you should come to give the folks some reassurance regarding our commitment to preserve and handle the technical side of things.” He began, pointing forward to the Andoran’s occupying the two forward stations 

Given the party is this command heavy you’ll need someone for security, to satisfy protocol and peace of mind for the Chief.” Marvan interjected, his manner of address and speech was measured as they had come to expect, their was a defiant feeling of him merely sticking to rule rather than trying to get one up on the rest of the bridge crew. 

“You know…” Vilgi started as he swiveled to face the voice from behind. “I couldn’t agree more, Mavern, you are and were always going to be a member of the party.”

About this time, the turbolift doors opened once more, from both sides, and spilled a group of officers onto the deck, junior officers from the left and a pair of human male officers, mid-thirties, both sporting gold division colors and lieutenant commander pips. Vilgi addressed them specifically as he gave his parting instructions. “Excellent timing, I’m taking the beta shift as my away party. The bridge and the ship are yours, watch our backs Commander.”

He turned and walked around towards said turbolift, crossing paths with the arriving pair, he paused and added. “ Also I want to spread the load during the search, so while we’re over there have the sensor feeds split between the bridge stations and available science lab stations. Also have a nosey at the station will you, discreetly of course.” Then continue on, leading his small party into the turbolift and on to the transporter room.

The four person away team materialized on the receiving bay of the orbital station. The bay was almost semi-circular, with the outer edges in a gleaming white, and curving shotly away, while bhehind them there were five yellow-gold panels divided by thing matt black lines with the lines seeming to feed the overhead panel which was also matt black,  the base was a bright, warm orange, while each member stood on perfectly circular silver disk. 

They were greeted by a native Dari operator, who turned from the large wall mounted interface panel to greet the arrivals with a very broad,  not entirely natural looking smile plastered across the countenance of a upside-down rounded triangular head, Eviea assumed this was a product of nerves and orders to be as welcoming as possible. “ I am Ajunckt Mothal , please allow me to escort you to the reception, my representatives are looking forward to welcoming you officially.”

They strode to the door, throwing both hands behind and clasping them behind the back, then stopped, half turned, the neatness of the presentation of the gray-blue uniform was clear enough, the pants seemed to dissapre beneath the three-quater length tailed jacket, complete with high collar, still with a broad smile. “Please follow me.”

Filing off the the raised area, and on to the silver deck, the away team followed with Vilgi taking a lead. They passed through the doors they found the corridor carpeted, the predominate color was a rich navy blue, with an angular, interwoven geometric pattern, in a yellow-gold, that stretched onward and seemed designed to draw a person along, a sense heightened by the divergent offshoots that terminated at each door along the corridor.

The noise of conversation grew as they rounded a corner, and the design drew them in to the expansive space given over to a reception at this point in time, The usual small cliques of persons carefully grouped, between tables of small bites and glasses of beverages, the official reception line was set apart and almost impossible to avoid on entering, “Okay, smile and converse, the short line should play to our favor when it comes to observing etiquette and enabling a prompt departure.” Morr said carefully in a low voice, head turned toward the members of his small party. Eviea flashed a wink and smile in response, covering her own nerves. Given who the Federation ambassador was, a prompt departure felt like a necessity for herself.

“My esteemed colleague, from the Attache of the Kearac Assembly, will guide you through the line.” The person who came into view also wore an eager expression, although that was not the first thing noticeable about this particular species, the bulbous and almost perfectly circular head, clashed with the wide straight line of the shoulders, the long thin bodies that was only partially masked by the current fashion of clothing that managed to give the impression of looseness and rigidity thanks to the straight lines of the upper tunic, the red-turning violet coloring making it stand out all the more.

 Now they stood side by side the contrasting color choices were more pronounced. “I am properly called Gethel, I will introduce you to the first, then each will introduce the next in line. Part of our mutual cooperation.” Came the confident continuation, delivered solely to Vilgi in an acknowledgement of his position as leader of the visiting party, almost ignoring the Dari Ajunkt save for a dig at this misremembered order of events, his manner of delivery and poise lent to unspoken experience. 

“First I have the opportunity to introduce you to Withath Dari Consul of Cultural Enrichment, one of the key advocates for the cultural interchange program right on the heels of the ceasefire.” Gethel expounded, leaving Eviea a little puzzled as to his exact intentions, was it genuine enthusiasm for the path to peace or perhaps taking the opportunity to embed himself in memories and gain prestige once proceedings were established.

 “I think our Kearac fellow attendee is overselling my hand but I am keen for the benefits to be shared by all, and keen the artifacts recovery should be a moment for solidarity between our worlds.” She stated softly but warmly as they shook hands. 

“Honored to have a small part in this endeavor Consul, perhaps as relations advance you might find the full significance of the artifact.”  Vilgi followed up, his own comments measured, inwardly pleased to find someone who seemed not just outwardly but through and through pleased with the negotiations progress and direction. 

“My counterpart who I have the pleasure of working with to this endeavor , Kearac Ajunkt for Culture and Civic programs….”  It was at this point moving from one to the other Eviea felt a shoulder against hers as Racshaw leaned forward seemed to want to make a comment, sensing this was going to be made regardless, The XO leaned in to the Andorian scientist trying to preserve a little discretion, in spite of their placement. “There seems to be a marked difference between the genuine and the positioners, don’t you think it felt like the previous Adjunt wanted say something more?” 

“Well when we break from this line why not seek them out, maybe ask a question or two, but be discreet, we’re on our diplomatic best behavior don’t forget.” Eviea suggested in a low voice, keen for the young officer to have the freedom to follow up on things of import, but also mindful of the delicate position they were in.

The end of the line, she stepped across and smiled, addressing the representative. “Greetings Ambasador Thern’ddan Merrova, Father.” Placing her hand to the center of her chest and then extending the same hand, leaving it palm up in a traditional manner for their species.

Which was reciprocated by the elder, the hand on heart, then extended and placed palm down on the raised palm as he offered “Greeting Commander Eviea’tOst Merrova, Daughter. Your presence here is agreeable to me, as I hope mine is to yourself.” 

Eviea made to interlock their fingers for a brief moment before withdrawing her hand to her side offering a simple one word response. “Perhaps.” 

Decades of unresolved resentment rose in her consciousness and threatened to come to the fore in this moment, perhaps a younger less seasoned and less principles self would have given vent to these feeling, but aware of the impact it could have on a developing peace,  aware of her surroundings, aware of the crew whom she felt a degree of protection towards, she refrained and shifted her focus to the task at hand and the opportunity for them and the people they were seeking to aid. “However, the prospects of discovery of something thought lost, and the potential to help forge a lasting coexistence between these species are something we as a crew are committed to.”    

The elder Betelgusain offered a smile, practiced but genuine, his preparations for this meeting had assumed it would be a difficult encounter, with the additional layer of the familial bond however thin that bond appeared, his daughter, estranged by her choice but still his daughter. “A short word regarding both potentials, if you would.” He gestured away from the line into a space. 

Vonny nodded agreeably, glancing to one side, fixing Vilgi with a look and sweeping a hand across her face. An unspoken signal and prearranged signal between the two that Contact was made and she would attempt to garner further information. She watched her Captain turning to track down the station commander, also with a view to garnering more information.

Stepping away into a space between a group of delegates and a refreshment table, Sethern took an extra step plucked to glasses for the clear beverage on offer and stepped back. An unspoken cue that a line was no longer needed, it broke up, the persons who formed it a few moments ago now dispersed into either pairings or amalgamated into one of the cliques spread around the room. 

“You are properly informed as to your being here?” Sethern began.

“As to our tasking, yes, the retrieval is well within our capabilities.” Eviea responded, carefully setting up  for a deeper question.

“In spite of the planetary conditions?” The elder pushed, wanting as few complications as they moved forward.

“In spite of the conditions. We have a number of measures that will negate or allow us to work though, and contingencies for unexpected effects.” The younger said with a note of pride, all of the preparations had come from one of her crews cooperative brainstorming sessions on the matter. 

She glanced away for a moment, looking for one or more of said crew, she could see one, Rackshaw had been taken to one side by a Dari representative, responsible for Cultural matters if she recalled correctly, she held an item, and held it with a delicacy, and shielded it form view that implied its precious nature that later conversations might reveal. Catching the eye of Marvan, their security for the moment, who along with Charnack had embedded themselves with practiced ease in a small group, he caught hers and made two descret  motions, the first indicating he had eyes on both Racsahw and Vilgi.

“They do themselves, your Captain and yourself credit.” Came the compliment, but it was delivered flatly enough that Vonny had the smallest of feeling things might be about to change.       

“The significance was made clear, the importance was made clear, the reason was not. Anything you have gleaned during your dealing would be appreciated?” Eviea pressed, knowing this was an acceptable point to do so.

“The artifact has joint connections for both peoples, it seems to point to a time when an amicable if not cordial relationship existed, the precise source of the artifact is as yet unclear.” The elder diplomat expounded, delivering what he knew, or at least as much as he dared for the moment, Vonny suspected, then she picked up on a tell, something she remembered from late childhood, one that usually preceded a bombshell request and one that could not be readily refused.

“The respective consuls have made a request that one of their vessels be used for the retrieval, a jointly constructed and operated vessel I would add, Symbol of cooperation they call it. It’s a little more primitive than you used to, smaller only fit for four, so two of them and two of ours or yours. Should be a fine gesture, and not to much trouble of course for practiced professionals such as yourselves.” He tipped the glass back, taking another mouthful,

The urge to rant about how much work had gone into planning the retrieval, how presumptuous it was to agree without consultation, which she suspected he had, was large enough for her to swallow a deep gulp of drink herself forcing the reaction away, Eviea lowered her glass with a smile, eyed her father the ambassador, his manner of expression was reserved she felt, with almost no new information being imparted, until the bombshell request. “Very good. I am sure plenty in the party will jump at the chance to experience this culture’s technological level first hand. Also  the retrieval and visual examination might clear up some questions.” She commented honestly, tipping and draining her remainder of her glass before asking. “Mother is well?”

“Indeed and a consul at present, we hope to be reunited in short order.” That father responded, noticing the Bolian Captain return to the main room, and with a look that told that he also knew of the last minute change. 

“How nice for you both. Give her my best, i’m sure you’ll be well suited to the posting.” Eviea responded, wishing for all the galaxy Vilgi would return sharpish. Than followed the hand motion of her father over her shoulder to the Bolian Captain, next to him the Kearac placed at the corridor opening, who stiffened and prepared to leave in advance of the Starfleet team.

“Etiquette has been satisfied, I trust, then we should depart.” Eviea satiated. The response was an initiation of the gesture of their culture, hearts were touched palms were extended, they were met, and pulled away from. Eviea tapped her communicator, “time to exit stage.” following which three persons extracted themselves from conversations, glasses and plates were placed on tables and trays, and movements were made towards the corridor from where they came.

Vilgi strode back towards the receiving pad at the head of his party of officers, all of a sudden the decor was less impressive, the engineer he was was starting to see the beams and the cross-braces that their hosts were trying to mask. It felt like an appropriate measure of what had just transpired, the planning, the eagerness of his officers, the potential risk to life on an unfamiliar spacecraft, never mind the security risk. The first indication he was perhaps silent for too long was a comment from his XO. 

“Got to love a good old blindside, the ambassador at his finest” Eviea spat out, although fortunately low enough that Vilgi could cover, kicking himself for not being a little more present 

“We are still guests Commander, those comments are not helpful.” He reminded her, with a glance of his shoulder and a kindly smile, hoping to soften the darkening expression growing on her.

“Aye, apologies sir.” Eviea responded quickly, making an effort to soften her expression.

“Ajunckt Mothal if you could determine and then relay the spatial coordinates for the cargo bay of the stations lander craft? That would be much appreciated.” Vilgi requested their designated guide and he strongly suspected the designated security guard, it was almost a compliment that respective governments had chosen not to be quite so overt with such measures. Entering the room from which they first came aboard the station, The biolian stepped up onto the raised pad and concluded the visit with the remark. “My selected officers will be ready within the half hour.”

Twenty five minutes later Eviea Merova in EVA gear save the headpiece, accepted an anti-grab clamp from a second officer, also in EVA gear but sporting teal coloring across the midsection. A look of mischief accompanied the question “Ready for a trip back through space technology?” 

“Actually yes, they have quantum transportation technology, but not fully mastered EM field technology, no tractors or force fields, but their Fusion Drive technology is more advanced that expected, so it’ll be interesting to see things first hand.” Was the answer, one that it would be expected for Ishaan to give, known for their keen interest in actual observation when possible, stepping up besides the Betelgeuse commander, offered the affirmation. “Ready when you are.”

“The craft is fully pressurized while in dock, for appearances we wait until casting off to fully suit up. They separate the compartments as a matter of procedure so we keep an open but private comm line, anything you’re not happy with let me know.” Eviea gave her last few advisories to Ishaan the last one she felt needed to be said, given the separation factor already mentioned. Turning to the duty operator gave the familiar command. “Energise.”

“Station control this is Sherwing pilot, Advise intent for station departure and planetary entry and descent as per agreement.”

“Station control receives and logs.”

A mid-sized aguilar and snub-nosed vessel sits motionless for the moment, latches unlock, housings rotate, collars slide back, the docking module twitch and rotates away. Jets of gas erupt from the nose and down one side of the vessel, pushing it away and downward, just before the rear cowling move and twist and a eruption of propellant spews out, small at first, then increasing in intensity, the vessel slides forward in response, angled away from the orbital and towards the dark and slight formidable planetary body nearby.

Small jets spurt sporadically along the length, the vessel responds readily with positioning and heading being gently and subtly altered. The station is no longer in view, the planet and the gaseous cloud that sits behind, but for a certain angle could seem to partially envelop and flow away from.

Inside the control area for the craft, the trio of consoles had some form of information being relayed on screens, despite the associated risks of the task at hand, a relaxed attitude permeated the cockpit area “Adjusting attitude and angle for atmospheric entry, confirm thermosphere temperature ranges.” Came the request for the Dari pilot at the navigation and control station

Eviea responded, having assumed the role of co-pilot, but after a pause as the layout of the console and display was still quite new to her. “Current gaseous temperature ranges are between 1450 and 1600 degrees.” 

“Bringing Hull Polarization and Dissipation field to full intensity.” The pilot called into the general speakers, one hand on the flight control the other using his own dedicated controls to make the needed adjustments, Eviea judged that this was a person who liked to be in control as much as possible, but also added a request to the aft compartment to take care of one of the few things he could not. “Technical, please have uninterrupted power flow to the damping field.”

“Approaching optimal entry angle, heat build up will be as low as possible. Final approach line ten seconds from mark…..Mark.” Eviea announced a little more confidently, gaining familiarity with the systems as she watched and observed the changes as they happened, she had the feeling only a serious error would force an abort now.

“All stations secure for planetary entry.” The pilot announced over a general communications link, and watched as the status and confirmation boards turned green rather quickly.

The vessel approached the planet at an angle that while in empty space seemed unnatural and unnecessary. Until the snub nose began to show the beginnings of heat, the wispy yellow at first then a more solid shade then the same intensity of a sun burst. It morphed into an orange that gave an impression of warmth that was equaled only by its intensity.

 A solid and warming red, took its place in the center which graduated out into the orange with the yellows now confining to and clinging onto the edges. At the central point the red turned a deeper hue, sporadically black, prompting an rach of electrical energy to flash forward, further highlighting the red that spread across the curving edges than away from the vessel, graduating back into the oranges and then the yellows as it formed a visible wake as the vessel plowed onward and downward.

“We’re about to cross into the mesosphere.” The pilot stated a smile starting to play about his features.

“The amount of soot and radiogenic particles in this layer, is as expected, density and friction will increase dramatically, there is also a fair amount of electrical activity” Ishaan relayed into the comm, Eviea assumed that information coming from an interpretation of the the craft sensor displays, cross referenced with the Chief Science Officers own tricorder readings, given his habit for being thorough and precise.

“Dampening systems will reach tolerance and cut back, that will precipitate jolts at times be ready, the polarization field will absorb the worst of the electrical discharges” The voice of the Kerarac Technical crew member was softer but determined one, as they advised the vessel occupants of preventative measures being taken. 

“A challenge, a challenge, I accept readily on your behalf. What a time to be in the present.” The pilot called out into the comm, his jovial attitude expected by his shipmates now, when it came to piloting concerns, or more accurately concerns they might have.

The heated wake the vessel had generated continued to partially envelop and follow as it plunged onward, it cut into the darkened masses for soot and vapor and radiogenic partials that swirled around this particular layer above the planet. Some times their masses coalesced into cloudlike formations, other times they passed each other by, generating vest and sudden bursts of electrical energy that arced between two points, other times they hung in place, trapped and held by motions around them. 

The introduction of a vessel sweeping and cutting through curved up the surroundings, causing spontaneous and unpredictable interactions around and behind as the void left was refilled once more. Electrical activity increased dramatically, with a number of heavy bolts arcing across, sometimes catching the vessel glancing  and sometimes completely enveloping the vessel in a ball of electrical energy. It bucked and twisted and shimmed as it plowed steadily through the dense cloud layer.

 Finally breaking through and emerging below, as parting gift a bolt of lightning arced not just downward from the cloud layer but upward from ground, catching the Sherwing in stream of electrical fury, the vessel twisted and gave one finally shimmy, before it was released, the energy dissipated, and the Sherwing was left to glide onward.

“I think a critical systems check would be an idea.” Eviea commented, loud enough for everyone to hear, her reason was twofold, to make sure the Sherwing was in fact able to function and to focus attention away from the rough ride and onto the next portion of their tasking. 

“Nav, pilot and engine control systems are responsive.” Came a cool report from her left, she had a distinct sense the pilot considered her to be interfering .

“Dampening and structural systems have had minor problems with burnt or fused relays, but were around most and the secondaries have kicked in.” The technical officer relayed from the aft compartment. 

“Internal and External Radiation monitors are up as well, External is way outside the safety range, Internal is acceptable for now.” Ishaan managed to sound cheery and upbeat, a quality that had a remarkable soothing effect in these sort of situations.

“Excellent, In that case let’s get started.” Eviea stated positively, her standing position on the shoulder of the pilot afforded her the first proper view of the environment through the forward viewing ports, at the moment all that could be seen was the swirling heavy mass of clouds they had just come through. Looking like a blanket, tucking them in, keeping them safe from the maelstrom of electrical discharges from above.

The vessel moved through in clear air now, banking over to the right before settling on to a course, with the front end dipping down slightly. The gloom that laid over the ground below  resulting from the thick and consistent cloud layer set a foreboding atmosphere. Vegetation and plant life were distinctly absent from the surface. The barren hillsides composed of rocky ground that were punctuated and met up with patches of dirt that seemed almost gray as opposed to an expected brown. 

The outline of buildings came into view, that’s all they were now outlines or shells, abandoned, and either broken and split apart, or weathered and decaying, some were a combination of all four.

On a monitor in the aft compartment an alert blinked, and an area flashed yellow, it seemed a perfect circle on a monitor, but looking down on it the edges were jagged and mangled, the twisted remains of building and ground melded together and poked skyward. 

This was an impact crater! A stark reminder of what had gone before. A reminder of just how needed the station above was. A reminder of the need for those on the vessel to be diligent in their search for the specific target. 

“The starting search grid is an impact crater? As if we needed additional impetus.” Eviea commented aloud. As the vessel hovered over the crater long enough for the onboard sensors to sweep through, the outline had already been established, but they were searching for the specific metallic indicator.

 “There’s nothing here, moving to grid two-bee.” The pilot started with a little frustration.

In the aft compartment a number of indicators flickered briefly, one that picked up an airflow within the rocky crater side. “Possible cave network.” Isshan murmured to himself, then another indicator, lifeforms, flickered briefly as they passed of the edge. The primitive sensors record clear but brief signs of life. “Life.” He stated into the comm.

“Impossible, we’ve been known to have glitches with our scanner equipment, nothings been living here for a year at least.” The technical crew person responded, firmly yet unhurriedly, convinced of the facts she related.

“Burst transmit to the Roo as agreed we can analyze later.” Eviea decided, walking the line between completing the task and not dismissing the unexplained out of hand.

The ship slid forward and then pitched down and banked over to the left, moving away from the crater and into the settlement areas, which was dominated by fallen and decaying buildings, twisted and broken roads and walkways. As they hovered above a partly toppled building, scanning and probing at the ground below the beginnings of an open space in the top right corner of the search area caught Eviaes attention, speaking into her open comm. “Focus in on the upper left quadrant, it looks like an area of open ground in settlement, prime spot for planned hard landing.”

“I see your reasoning, why drop it in the middle of nowhere when there’s a settlement with neat defined edges, and why put it down in a building when there’s parkland or what used to be parkland to aim at.”  Isshan rattled off while gliding hands through the adjustment sliders for the scanner settings, finding this particular part of the interface relatively intuitive. 

“Let’s see what we have there shall we?” A few moments of intensive staring and concentration later. “Looks like disturbed ground in a linear pattern, with metallic partials and residue, extending into the adjacent grid.” Looking up and around with a smile, the technical jargon was commonplace for him.

“Bearing relative to grid, Aay-One?” Came the pilots request over the comm

“Eighty-two degrees, which should take it into a three grid. Three – Ell to be precise.” Isshan read off the display, providing guidance to the pilot.

“Port turn ninety degree. Zee plus one eighty-five meters. we’ll skip to that grid.” The pilot relayed before making the course adjustments.

The craft turned sharply in mid-air, the nose now pointing away from the tangled and twisted rubble towards open ground, the bare earth looked almost gray from up above, a rectangular space that once hosted manicured lawns, swaths of flowering plants, a coppice of trees, starved of light and hammered by downpours, they withered and died, leaving only the gray outline, an outline into which a trench had been plowed, not by hand or ground machinery but an object cast onto and into it from above. 

The deep scar followed a predictable path before ending in semi-circular bank of earth, that half buried a lone octagonal object, the escape pod containing the artifact they had been sent to retrieve. The craft slid effortlessly to sit over the top of the half-buried pod, separated by several hundred or so meters of clear air, then paused awaiting the next command actions of its occupants, its in-atmosphere repulsion units working flawlessly to keep it steady and stable.

“If we position in such a way, the exhaust jets might be usable to shift a bit of the dirt, making recovery with the grapple a little less of an effort. If that would be agreeable.” Eviea suggested, considering ways to complete the task with less effort.

The craft swung around, pointing the rear and the cargo compartment at the capsule. It lowered and slid backwards slowly and with care. The exhaust biting into the compacted dirt surrounding the capsule, shifting some from the surface and then gradually digging in churning the ground. The craft slid forward slightly and then hovered in place.

“Aft compartment go to work.” The pilot barked over the comm, the first really hard command he’d given.

“Powering up the Grapple system and standing by.” Came the deliberate and firm voice of the Sherwings Technical specialist, who after a few moments made the following request, setting the recovery in motion. “ Im a go. Can you operate the door and ramp mechanism?”

“Of course. Exterior door opening, now.” Isshan stated as he tapped the affirm key and set the automated process in motion. There was an audible sucking noise that followed the clunk of the beginning of the action, followed by a gust of dust that rolled under and through the gap, the action paused and the forward section of the floor dropped to form the ramp that would facilitate the recovery process, the rising action resumed, more dust and now larger debris pieces were blown into and onto the deck, and the hazy view of a ruined and desolated world scrolled into view and the door continued to rise, until it was judged enough. 

Just below them through the haze Isshan could just make out their target object, the escape pod half buried in what would have been lush grassland, now just a dirt bowl. 

“I have a visual on the artifact, the jets have done some of the work for us. Hopefully this should lift out without too much trouble. ” Isshan observed as he looked out of the sizable opening, grasping hold of a helpfully positioned strap, he leaned further out and over, it wasn’t often retrieval operations we so hands on and he was quite enjoying himself. He only had to wait a few more moments before hearing.

“Firing grapple.” A clamp and a length of cable stabbed out from behind him and into the haze, settling on the object in question, it encompassed the top and the side of the capsule across one corner. “Capture success, holding firm, retracting at point 5.”

The capsule eased free of the dirt that had long enclosed it, leaving behind a deep depression at the end of the long furrow, and kicking up a fair cloud of dust, it was soon free of the ground and being pulled upward towards the rear opening of the hovering vessel, the distance and angle had it whacking and scraping along the surface.

Isshan looked back and stated calmly.. “It’s taking a bit of damage on retrieval in our current position.”

 “Pilot, Technical, pull us up and aft point two.” The Kerarac technical officer requested. The vessel slid into position, the result being the capsule now hung free on the end of the clamp. 

Not clattering against the dirt and any other debris below. The cable wound in steadily, easing the capsule upwards, the angle of the ramp section meant a small collision, the warm sounds resonating through the aft section. A few moments later the capsule was pulled over the threshold, until it was wholly on the ramp.

Isshan watched as the object was manipulated and drawn past him into the bay, as it glided by he noted something that made him pause and caused a moment of puzzlement. 

He watched as it came to rest on the deck, he turned back to the controls and keyed in the sequence to reseal the launch bay. There was a hydraulic whine as the deck leveled, then the door began its measured progress towards the deck and clamped shut.

“Interesting detailing on the topside, most of our escape units are utilitarian. I assumed this would be the case here, seems that was incorrect.” Isshan stated as he approached, throwing a glance at the technical officer for any signs of nerves, but if they were there he failed to notice. 

His suspicions now raised, Isshan set his tricorder onto discrete, then worked and manipulated controls and keypads, estabilding parameters and setting up filters and for the data, punching in the confirm and execute command allowing the scan to begin and watching the feed. It threw up a number of anomalies, including one big one, for a moment there was a large notice on screen in red. 

‘ALERT: LIFEFORM DETECTED’

Isshan flicked this to the background and sent all the gathered data to the Rubidoux science department for further analysis.

“All secure back there? Are we clear to depart?” The pilots voice over the comm broke any thoughts Isshan was having, He nodded to the Technical officer.

“Capsule secure.” Came the response, as the said officer keyed a set of clamps to move into position.

“Beginning assent, hold on back there.” Came the pilots voice.

“Commander, two anomalies, one lifeform, there’s more to this.” Isshan stated over the secured comm between the two starfleet personnel, while he returned to his former seat and strapped himself down.  

Deep in a science lab Racshaw hunched over a console, palms down staring at a copy of the scans from the runabout, scans that contained a record of the biosignature that no one was expecting. Something was twinging deep inside her subconscious, it was a feeling she knew, it was a feeling that was yet to sit well, it jarred against her both trained scientific method of processing the universe before her, and the deeper duty bound culture of her birth. 

She breathed out deeply, almost a sigh as she finally stopped fighting against the urge, the instinct she felt. A handful of key presses was all it took to drag another piece of data from the same runabout, from the same mission, on this time its focus was entirely different. Although focus might be entirely the wrong word, it was a scrap of data from the open records of the trip down, gathered in a moment of curiosity or so she thought at the time.

The data was recalled, it ran on a second screen, a separate channel, but that feeling was stronger than ever, heightened by her unshakable and unmistakable sight of a similarity between the two patterns. She had to confirm it. It was her duty as both a scientist and a loyal officer of starfleet. The trust shown to her by her Captain by even including her a lowly lieutenant on a mission of such importance must be honored. Gesturing with outstretched fingers towards the two sets of data, to activate the holo-systems, she flicked outwards and upwards, the two readouts now frailty ive and even more threatening. Racshaw moved both hands slowly and carefully to the center, one slightly higher than the other, then gave two finger flicks and relaxed her hands, allowing both arms to drop by her side. 

Comparison complete: Probable match: 90%

There was nothing else left to do. But report this up the chain. That would be duty satisfied, but she knew there would be something more that niggle was still there.

“You’re absolutely certain about this.” Eviea quizzed while looking at the comparison data.

“Aye, as certain as I can be. I ran it three additional times just to be sure. But there are two distinct life signs.” Racshaw stated definitely, as she stood stiffly by the desk in the corner of the lab, a stances brought on by nerves of breaching the unknown. The PADD the XO had just placed on the desk in between them contained the relevant findings. In times passed the Andorian might have gone straight to the Captain, but this time she followed protocol a little more closely. Eviea seemed more amenable to extraordinary explanations, though this meeting would be the proof.  

“Three with the being in the capsule. Oh yeah we have a live one, we’re containing it in the shuttlebay for now.” Eviea revealed, whether it was the concerned look Racshaw wore as a response or if the woman was ready to share anyways, her XO gave up the new information she had. Then went on to hypothesize aloud, something she hadn’t observed Eviea do to this point and a trait that helped her feel a little more comfortable around her. “Which just raises so many more questions. Are these species natives of this particular planet? If they are: at what point were the Dari and Kearac aware of their existence? If not, which one of the species of summit attendees brought them here?” 

“There might be a way to find out, it may be a little unorthodox, sir .” Racshaw announced, taking the step she often loathed, but wisely made a request for support. “May we take this to Captain Morr, immediately?”

The request was an unusual one, but Eviea knew that Racshaw had served under Morr for some time, longer than an officer of her grade usually would, they clearly had a connection and it would appear she was about to find out its nature. 

“If you feel that necessary, certainly.” A swift tap to her comm. “Merrova to Captain Morr, request you location, sir”

“My ready room Commander, something on your mind?” Came the voice, clear and although a little concerned, not irritated.

“Mine and Lieutenant Racshaw, She has requested to meet with me and yourself.” Eviea requested 

“I’ll be waiting.” Came the response.

Eviea rose first, picking up the PADD, holding it in one hand, she tapped the edge against the other before holding it out to the junior officer, who now stood took it, cradled it in the palm of her hand and let her arm drop to the side. “After you.” Eviea said kindly with an arm stretched towards the door, skirting the edge of the oval shaped desk and following Racshaw out into the corridor. “So do i get a hint….” 

When the two officers entered, when permitted, the ready room. They found their Captain behind his rectangular desk, in the midst of either examining or att meeting to understand the meaning of something on the screen, he also wore a frown on the usually passive countenance. He looked up and offered a brief smile. “Commander, Lieutenant, please take seats. You’ve arrived mid read of a Starfleet communique. We’ve been advised that Chancellor Martok’s vessel has been located. But no Chancellor Martok. Apparently diplomatic efforts are ongoing, but this will make Klingon rulership unstable, which will have a knock on effect for the border regions. We have been advised to be vigilant. Commander make sure that is fed back to the department heads and watchstanders. Yourself included Lieutenant.”  He gave display a small nudge to the side faced the pair directly, indicating they had his full attention. “What have you found?” 

“We have evidence to suggest that the planet below is inhabited, we have additional lifeform readings that match our guest in the Shuttlebay.” Eviea stated outright, cutting straight to the point.

“So they either knew have settled, warred over, bombed the planet with no regard, and subsequently covered it up. Or they have no idea, our informing them will be the first they hear of it, and they haven’t done their due diligence from a UFP perspective.” Vilgi postulated after a pause, neither option was particularly palatable, could potentially wreck the ceasefire and talks and would certainly put them in a very difficult diplomatic position. “Unless you have a different perspective Lieutenant?”

“Yes sir.” Racshae stated, taking a deep breath, it always felt a little nervy when she reached this point. “I obtained the additional data from the tricorder of Issham, both his own readings and the downloaded host craft logs, processed them as a matter of course. But  my reason for running the comparison was the conversation I had with the cultural Adjunkt, the way she spoke, what she had to say, the body movements and posture, were all out of sync.” In front of her Vilgi nodded along at this point, accepting her conclusions without need for explanation, a glance at Eviea pushed her to give a little more. “It was not just nerves, or an overwhelming sense of occasion, she held something back perhaps because she had to.”

“If you could get her alone, bring your additional evidence, do you think she would be cooperative?” Vilgi quizzes, a clear sense of purpose in his voice as he asks his question, and from her experience it was a precursor to a decisive course of action.

“I do, sir. If you could arrange such a meeting.” Racshaw offered boldly.

“A meeting between two academics on a cultural matter wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. Let’s pursue the other holdout as well, shall we Commander” Addressing his first officer directly, broaching a difficult issue and making a request that would , . You admitted your father might not be telling all. I was never sending Racshaw alone, you’re the logical choice, seniority and connections wise.”

“Yes sir, I did,and I will see what else I can glean from him” Eviea responded a little tension evident in her voice, her meeting might actually be the more difficult of the two, but for reasons other than the mission at hand.

“Arrange the meeting to take place within the hour, we have fifteen hours and counting before the ceremony, let’s clear this up but do so properly. In the meantime I think it’s time I met our guest.” Her Captain ordered, rising from his chair, his tone and manner gave clear indications of his concern about the turn events had taken, but also more than willing to pursue lines of investigation, curious about the new discoveries and determined to get a clear picture.

The capsule was now resting on the vast deck of the shuttlebay. Beside it stood EvieatOst Merrova and Isshan Bacshi either side of said capsule, the rest of the immediate deck empty as per docking regulations. Both watch on as the Sherwing, a joint Dari/Kercrac craft pulls out of the bay and departs the ship, their job now done.

The two officer, mostly in EVA suits apart from the helmet pieces, shared a glance. Given even from the most basic, cursory scan had thrown up an unexpected anomaly, what they might find on a detailed analysis was anyone’s guess.

“Right lets go to work. By the book on this one given the nature of the assignment and the anomalies so far.” Vonney stated, placing her helmet on the deck, removing both gloves and using the said helmet as a receptacle dropped them in one by one, as five crew members moved across the deck towards the capsule. 

One of them, a human male, tall, with red hair, sporting the teal banding, strolled up at the rear of a very loose formation of crew, glancing between the pair in EVA suits and finally back at Eviea. Making a casual and almost unconcerned query. “Why the call for medical, no apparent injuries, is there something more?”

“As it happens, I couldn’t go into it in the company we had. But Isshans tricorder threw up a lifeform alert, which was an oddity for…..blasted things got jammed, or i can’t ben enough to see what’s catching excuse me.” Vonney started to explain while attempting to un-attach the torso section of the suit and promptly running into a snag. An arriving deck crew, interjected at this point with a polite ‘allow me, sir.’ disengaging the last remaining clasp and gripping the back to the section while Vonney twisted and maneuvered her arms in such a way the torso could be lifted off. “Phhw. That’s much better. Can you take care of those? Thank you.”

“The locking mechanism shouldn’t be too much of a problem, tricorder with the right frequency pulse loaded should sort that out.” Charnack observed, now stood by the capsule and running a hand across the mostly battered and scarred exterior, until her reached a point that was not so worn, the metal felt different to the touch, still cold but newer, and having been subjected to much less rough treatment. 

“I’d be right with you. But give the overarching circumstances and the anomalous readings, by the book.” She let out a sigh and a minor slump. “Wow, that was a stuffy turn of phrase. Still needs must.” Quickly brightening, energized by the task at hand the thought of discovery and a mystery to chase. “We’ll need detailed scans of every elevation and every surface first. Make sure they are being shared with Lab five and Lab nine, both are staffed and set up to collate our results. Keep hold of that anti-grav we can turn and turn as needed.” 

She had her own tricorder out and active, electing to take the side closest to her. Charnak started the topside running his own scanner in the same direction keeping just a pace behind Eviea. Ishaan began a scan on the opposite side from Eviea. For the next several minutes there threatened to be very little conversation or chat, silence would have reigned, broken only the shuffling of boots against the deck and the chirp, beeps and hum of a trio of active tricorders. But the odd remark was uttered.

“Noticeable composition variations, in metals.” Isshan chirped, breaking the silence with an observation.

“My hand could have told you that, very different.” Charnack hit back, pointedly and rather quickly, keen it be known he was first in with a point. 

“Ahh but could your hand have given a precise composition in percentage of material?” Countered the more experienced man, not ruffled, but not ready to be undercut by the younger officer just yet. 

“It might have given enough time.” The Andorian male stabs back, without much thought, and puts himself in an obviously absurd position.  

“Ohh I think someone might need a run through the transporter again, still a few nanites in those cells.” Isshan countered once more, this time flirting dangerously with a very recent and very painful episode.

“Please let’s not even Joke about that episode!” The firm response from the medical officer, the scot accent making the words a little more stern, together with the glowering look sent in Isshans direction. 

While not entirely uncalled for, most would feel, it did cause a few moments of eerie and awkward silence that hung over the party, the hum of four tricorders the only thing cutting through.

“Is anyone getting symbols on the newer sections, highly probable to be a writing system?” Eviea threw out a general question, purposefully to break both the tension and the silence.

“I’ve got some on the lower half, tricorder seems to think it’s writing, it keeps trying the translation matrix often enough.” Came a quick but softer reply from Isshan, if one had to guess, he would assume the man wanted to move on from the faux pas.

“Make sure you get all of it, Metallurgical goes to Four, Lets send the symbols to Nine and see what they come up with.” Eviea said finally, burning an end to the playful remarks and crew banter for the moment. “Once that’s done I do believe we’ve got about as much from the exterior as we’re going to get.” Redirecting efforts to unlock the interior of the capsule, and retrieving  the artifact that was supposed to be inside. 

“Charnack, You said you had a few programs lined up for getting in, Proceed.” She stepped back and motioned for Isshan to do the same, then motioned for Richard to keep a spot that allowed him a good look inside the capsule, to have his eyes on whatever they might find inside.

 The expectant pause went on a little longer than expected, with both Isshan and the duty medic finding a makeshift perch, The former on a cargo crate, the latter the anti-grav handler, after tweaking the settings a little. Both Vonny and the duty medic remained standing, she taking care to observe the younger lieutenant, clearly working the handheld device, and perhaps not getting the desired results if the range of facial expressions were anything to go by. A glance across at said medic revealed him to be apparently unconcerned, one hand behind and across his waist the other held up a PADD the occasional thumb motion indicating he it wasn’t for show and he was either reading or working though admin tasks that needed completing. 

 “Got it. Got it!” Exclaimed Charnack, in a burst of emotion and feeling, those who worked around him, Vonny included, would be used to seeing. “Opening now.” The tone from the tricorder and the mechanical clunk with accompanying electronic double beep backed up his claim. He extended a hand towards Isshan and made a grabbing motion as he asked. “Anit-grav please, sir.”

The equipment piece was handed over and attached with a certain amount of care to the apparent opening of the capsule, on it’s top side, then the Andorian Engineer lifted, the hatch swung back easily in its hinges, which themselves extended out of the body several centimeters, the hatch folded over completely, as it got to half way it became apparent there was something unexpected, both from the expression written across the officers face that was noticeable even from a distance, and that his facos was no longer wholly on moving the hatch in hand.

The medic stepped up glanced at the expression Charnack wore and then down into the capsule. He nodded once as if accepting what was there, in spite of a bemused look spreading across his features. The PADD went into a large mid-thigh pocket, and a tricorder came off the belt. Looking back over his shoulder at Vonny, he gestured with a free hand. “Definitely life here, Commander, take a look yoursen.” 

Eviea paced towards the capsule, not really knowing what to expect, other than something unusual given the data provided and the reactions of the crew. 

On approach, thanks due to her height, she was able to see something with  gray, organic, wide domed, appearance. 

Standing by the battered hulk, she was able to get a better look, what she caught sight of on approach appeared to be a mushroom like cap to a creature that was short in appearance, mostly gray with occasional shimmer of turquoise that ran across the exposed parts of the body. 

Its torso and belly had a roundish appearance, but not because of being overweight and slovenly, but an adaptation of survival. Its arms and legs had an oval but flexible quality, limbs that were well used and toned.

Both were clasped tightly around an worked metallic object, a cuboid, with pyramid like ends, hints of the same symbolism as on the newer outer casings of the capsule, pulling the artifact into a protective grasp with both arms and legs.

“Well hello there.” Eviea said, her voice had a soft almost motherly tone, as she smiled gently and genuinely. Glancing up at the human male who already had tricorder pointed at the being. “Not to threatening now Dr Baird, but please find out as much as you can.”

 “Welcome aboard the Roo.” 

Stood over the opening in the capsule, looking down at the being clutching the artifact, her own shadow obscuring some of it’s features. Eviea suddenly became aware that it was in fact cowering deeper into the corner of the seat like fitting, if it had been able to find an opening she was fairly sure it would have crawled inside. Seeing the fear growing across the alien features. She backed away slowly, taking a step, and motioning to the medic. “We’re scaring it, Baird,  back away a bit!.”

She took a step towards Lieutenant Baird motioning for Charnack, and Isshan to come closer. Her smile beamed, for now all thoughts were of the new life that had just been a gift dropped in front of them, and how best to find out as much about and hopefully interact with them.  “Look I know it’ll make the information gathering tricky at first, but we need to give them space, until someone gives me proof, we assume sentience, and follow standard protocols for the stage we’re at.”

“Full physiological work up, at a distance at first obviously, we might be able to find out enough to make them more comfortable, if it is a them.” Isshan began, having to take a few deep breaths to calm himself, he was on the verge of shaking with excitement with the discovery, Eviea knew enough that having Baird there as an anchor would be valuable, both human officers exchanging knowing looks. He continues “ Then there’s tolerances to external stimuli and conditions, potential diet. Communicating with them is going to be a whole other issue.”

“Agreed. Get you best linguist down her, preferably someone from Four who’s had a chance to look over the symbols data that we’ve already sent through.” Eviea picked up and gave instructions, beginning to get an order of priorities in her head, empirical data for a species profile, a linguistic database or the beginnings of one for communication, then make contact and explain the intent of the crew, proceed from there. “We still need to work out why or how or when the capsule was repaired, that’s a piece, Charnack, I’ll pull you another engineer from Nine, I want direct comparisons, theories about discrepancies.”

“Commander the Artifact? Isn’t that our focus, shouldn’t we retrieve it?” The Andorian almost protested, his face looking unsure about the sudden shift in direction, particularly when their objective was within reach but being held hostage effectively.

“It Is. However we were asked to retrieve it for third parties, and the state we found it in was not the state the parties described, we need to ask why.” Eviea started with a degree of firmness, not expecting full understanding but trusting her tone implied she expected full cooperation, she was about to address the new life when the comm rang out.

“Racshaw to Commander Merrova, I request to speak to you as soon as possible, I have something significant to share. I am located in Lab Six”

“Acknowledged Racshaw. I will be with you shortly.” Eviea stated, a quick, perfunctory, habitual tap to close the line followed.

“Commander Bakshi, run this until I get back.” Eviea stated, tearing herself away from the point of discovery, comforted only by the fact Racshaw would not have contacted if it wasn’t significant. Still wearing the EVA pant section, she turned on a heel and her graceful frame strolled across the expansive shuttlebay towards the nearest exit, her expression, body language and mood were all beaming with discovery as she left.

The arrival of additional help following the departure of the XO, signaled a little bit of divide, as both teams went about there specific tasks. The vast space of the shuttle bay allows them to simultaneously work close by, have space to work and discuss quietly in their teams, and also keep an eye on the capsule.

The staff linguist, a civilian by the name of Erin Booker, with a full doctorate, therefore liked Dr Booker when she was being addressed or referred to, frequently went back and forth between the capsule and a solo workstation workstation, in frequently she would come and interrupt Charnak and Lieutenant Lai, three times she asked them if any more script had been discovered or uncovered.

Becoming increasingly frustrated with both the interruptions, the lack of engagement with whatever was in the capsule, the constant flitting by the aforementioned Dr Booker. Then to cap it all off he looked up as Baird passed by, apparently in the direction of either the exit or the replicator. A short escaped his mouth and nose, he left suddenly, suddenly enough for his counterpart not to notice.

Stalking over to the capsule, he stopped by it, leaned over and looked in. The being was still there still cradling the artifact. Charnack thrust his hand into the opening and gestured firmly for the being to hand the artifact over. To his mind the gesture was unequivocal in its intent, maybe a bit forceful , perhaps  threatening, but needs must.

Nothing.

He pushed both hands and part of his arms into the opening. Made a grabbing motion and then withdrew both hands.

Still Nothing.

His frustration rising. His temper threatened to boil over. He reached into the capsule. This time pushing his upper torso into that space. Looping one hand then forearm around the artifact. He braced the other hand against the edge and began to pull. Meering stronger resistance than expected he readjusted the other hand now on the artifact. He pulled again, resistance still there, he brought a foot up placing it on the capsule itself and braced. In the moment before the next attempt he caught a glance of the being. Only the eye though. He glimpsed real terror and fear. Too committed to let go. He pulled.

There was an ear splitting screech emanating from the being inside the capsule and then came a roar that he did not full expect.

“Lieutennat th’Sartha. What do you think you are doing. Desist immediately.” The firm voice of the chief science officer, prompting an instant response, Charnack let and almost instantly fell backwards. Grabbing onto the capsule, one hand finding the edge of the access hatch, the other hand a bulge in the surface. He slid towads it, steadied himself and then bobbed up right, almost coming to a parade stance.

The officer in question was pacing back towards them. A clear bowl in hand filled with green things, which as he got closer turned out to be shelled pistachios. “You need to brush up on first contact etiquette, not trying to take something from someone when you don’t fully understand the significance would be a start.”

“But the artifact does not belong to them.” He protested.

“According to who? Our hosts, who have left out the planet is inhabited?, whose leaders have convinced the rank and file nothing could possibly live in that world? Forgive me if I don’t take their word for it.” Ishaan questioned in rapid succession, increasingly adamant in his position, which seemed to follow the evidence where it leads, which now he was beginning to calm down made sense. From behind him Lieutenant Baird approached, with an emergency bed roll tucked under his arm.

“Excellent Lieutenant, make the new environment a little more appealing. Now basic needs of any self aware creature, shelter and food. It has shelter, but it will need food. Thanks to the data supplied by Baird, namely the digestive system we can extrapolate something they might eat. Which might be enough to coax them out.” Rescuing the capsule, Ishaan promptly lined three nuts on the capsule outer shell, before tapping gently on the lower shell. “Baird lay the roll with one end touching here and extending away.”

The science officer then proceeded to lob two pistachios into the capsule.

Paused then lobbed a few more in, seeing the simplicity yet effectiveness of the approach taken by the science chief, the Andorian made a mental note to try and be more objective in his approach.

After a further pause paced to the opening and peered in. Smiling, Ishaan turned and looked in Charnacks direction, and beckoned him to approach with one hand, taking out two more nuts with the other.. Relishing the opportunity to make amends, the Andorian stepped up, presenting an open and cupped palm, and cradled the nuts deposited.

“Easy does it now Lieutenant. Time to earn a bit of trust back. Just drop them in for now.” Ishaan counseled in a low voice and a decidedly softer tone to a few minutes before.

Charnack peered over once more, cupped hand still outstretched, his eye met the aliens, there was a moment of recognition and fear. Pulling his head back ever so delicately, while moving the outstretched hand over the opening. A quarter wrist rotation. Then withdrew the hand. Gingerly positioning himself over the opening. The alien reached out for the dropped nuts. For a split second looked up. There was a moment of fear that began to fade away. He pulled back.

For a short while Charnack and Ishaan alternated dropping nuts into the capsule. Then Ishaan motioned for them to stop. Instead he reached forward and placed one just on the lip of the opening and stepped away.

“Hopefully we’ve got trust, if we step back and give a bit of space we’ll see.” The science chief said quietly, but with a glimmer of a smile spreading across his tanned features, explaining the next part of the process to the Andorian operations officer. Who was in turn much more content with progress now he knew the direction and at least some of the reasoning behind said direction.

Minutes slipped by until a purple-gray hand poked the opening then disappeared. It reappeared a few moments later seeking further sustenance, finding some it disappeared once more. It reappeared again this time a whole appendage reaching out, before the capped head emerged, it paused as gaze caught the trio of officers looking intently in its direction, a moment of hesitation came and went, Before the being looked over the side of the capsule. On the bed roll a trail of pistachios lead to a small cluster of the nuts and a mug of water. The alien leaver itself over the side, tucking and folding its body, moving the lower half though and out of the capsule, lowering itself onto the mat.

It paused, looked at each face in turn and then it’s expression changed, into what Charnack took for a glowing smile. It extended an open hand toward the Andorian brought the other to meet it clasped both and then brought the clasped hands to its chest. Charnack stunned at first, did his best to imitate. A brief shrill sound came from the being, before it repeated the process with Ishaan and then Baird.

“Rudimentary, but I think we’re communicating. Well done Lieutenant.” Baird said warmly to Charnack, he sensed the genuineness of the comments, and nodded vigorously while smiling. 

Pacing through a very wide and airy reception area, it’s plush, right deep blue carpets, the body hugging chairs and low circular tables, arranged in pairs around the space, even the full length windows, allowing unhindered access to the skyline of the city, were all lost on Augs-Adjunkt Ogath. He walked though with a mere glance up, as he passed the first table and chair set, that he could pick his way across a room that some would see as quite cluttered was a hint of how much time he spent here, and how much control he had over its setup. 

His attention was on the object held in his left hand, it looked almost like newspaper, but thinner and about the size of an A4 sheet, able to be held in one hand with relative ease, about halfway across he shook it lightly the text and the article changed.

Looking up just as he reached the modest size desk, with a main terminal, set to one side angled towards the corner of the desk, laid in a row were three rectangular objects that looked for all the world like picture frames, all were tinted so as not to be read from the front of the desk but only from the seated side. “Alath, messages if you would.” The male requested tersely.

“Several, but one in particular, Tel’ra would like to speak to you as a matter of urgency.” The female assistant responded with a moment of hesitation, but managed to keep her usual  calm demeanor, one that was used to handling high powered persons.

“I was expecting that. Has a, now how did he put it, ‘Communication protocol’ been established?” The official said with a hint of smugness in his expression, while also pulling at the right shoulder of his tunic, the act  giving a visual hint of his own feelings of superiority.

“As it happens he is here.” Came the response, delivered as a matter of fact, by someone who was used to relaying messages and informing his boss of appointments. Alath had however stopped all work, and had her hands collapsed on the desk in front of her, he only just noticed now but she was making an effort not to turn her head in the direction of his office.

“In my office? Did anyone see him?” He asked in quick succession,

There was a slow nod and then a slow sideways shake.

He was aware of a surprised look growing across his face, he wasn’t supposed to be surprised, but then again no visits were supposed to be made. The delicate nature of the arrangement almost completely precluded them, but of course Starfleet was now involved.

“Very well. Given developments.” He took a deep breath, placed the news item reader on his assistant desk and stepped towards his own office. “It goes without saying but i’m out, until i tell you otherwise.”

She nodded again, extending a hand and sweeping the reader towards her, taking a brief glance, then sliding it into a tray under her desk. All evidence gone. She knew by practice, the ‘I’m out’ lie needed to be plausible to be swallowed by anyone who might call.

Stepping through the doorway into his own office with a sense of trepidation was an entirely new experience for Ogath, this was usually his sanctuary, his space to control, his space to falter or if the need required it, his space to intimidate. The full length windows spread out from the corner, apart from two deliberate panels, both hiding the external supporting columns that encased the building, They were rich and possibly gaudy orange in color, crisscrossed by cool steel gray patterning, forming geometric shapes.

Standing over to one side facing outwards towards the large windows, was a figure, a robed figure, a hooded figure, the green-black tone, and the heavy look to the fabric, jarred with the environment. It screamed out of place. Then there came the voice, he knew well from the communications, it was reedy, sour yet playful, and stabbed at a person. “Ahh Ogath. You pick your views as well as you pick your staff.” He turned, the narrow face, narrow eyes, slanted brows, were for the moment just as dark and accusing in real life, thanks to the still raised hood.

“But apparently not your friends.” The hood flicked back, even in full daylight, silhouetted by the sunlight in fact, he still looked demanding and harsh.

“You’re referring to the involvement of Starfleet. I delayed and diverted as much as I could.” He stated as calmly as he could, hinting at the influence he had, but also that it was just that, influence from afar, hands off, untraceable, just the way he liked it. He straightened up and walked around the large, well crafted, solid desk. Seated himself in the plush, high backed chair, he relaxed into it, as if remembering it was his office, trying to reassert a measure of control.

“I am sure you are doing. They have possession of the artifact however.” The Romulan stated matter of fact, purposefully leaving the sentence unfinished, inviting a question.

“Please have a seat, one such as yourself should be made to feel comfortable.” He offered, throwing a hand to the well made and exquisitely upholstered chair opposite himself. Yet another method of trying to wrest back control back, before caving and asking the expected question. ”This fact is true. It is of concern?”

“Where starfleet is concerned it can be. They have a long and storied history of poking at curiosities, even if and sometimes especially when not asked to.” Tel’ra stated, moving away from the window and pacing around slowly, almost painfully slowly, and standing directly across from the seated Dari official.

“At one time we discussed the removal of all evidence should the need arise. Agus-Ajunkt, the need has arisen. You must act.” He was reminded of the commitment they had both made, twisting it into a demand.

The feeling of being hemmed in was far too uncomfortable for Ogath, the Dari was used to having strides on his competitors, politically and entrepreneurially, now that desk, the chair he sat at felt like the only safe and owned space he had. Feeling a situation being torn from his control was not a pleasant one, the sense he was about to be presented with one, unpleasant option was growing. He tried one last assertion. “Action of such nature would be down to you, we agreed.”

There was a smile, it was not a pleasant one, from the romulan agent. “Would likely be down to us, save a number of exceptions, direct starfleet observation or encounters being among them, meaning it falls to you. You have the forces needed.”

“But not freedom. No participating nation may enter the control zone of the station or planet to do so would invalidate a ceasefire we need.”

“Your officers are accustomed to following orders.” Tel’ra stated, it was a known fact to him. Then gave a few steps that sounded easy and convenient, but Ogath knew it would be anything but. “A deniable order. A rogue commander. An outclassed starfleet ship. A convenient neutralization.” Then came the threat, an obvious, clear, knife twistingly simple threat. “Of course should any of our arrangements come to light, a number of klingon houses might just find out how rich the planet is in dilithium. A lie of course and one they will uncover, eventually, but at what cost to your people Ogath, at what cost.”   “We have the assets for that.” Came his cold response, he struggled to keep his temper at being outwitted at bay, his fear of his scheme coming unraveled in check. One plus he considered he might be able to remove a troublesome Commander at long last, install someone more congenial. “It can be done before the exchange ceremony.”

“Excellent!” Came the response with high note that seemed genuine and for the first time this encounter unthreatening in nature, perhaps more unnerving was it continued into his next expression.  “I knew this was a good partnership. I will see myself out.” He passed to the door, his back turned, another manifestation of his control, paused, the unthreatening nature disappeared with his next comment. “Oh Ogath, we will be watching.”

He continued walking, muffled comments followed one to the assistant, the other into some communication device. He caught the faint shimmer of a transporter beam, gone at last. The high official sighed, an audible acknowledging the weight of what he must do next.

Swiveling the ca=hair he rose and walked carefully to the doorway, stepped just the other side and addressed his assistant. “Which asset is an expert with communications, I need a denayable message to a military channel.”

“Yeater. He’s your best shot, weird, but best.” Came her reply after a moment or two thinking, a glimmer of dread in the face told of her knowing what would come next.

“You’re having lunch with him, tell me where you go, I need to make this request in person.” He started with calmness, waiting for the perfunctory nod, the call up of the person’s details, and the message to his workstation. The reply was almost unnaturally quick. She sighed. Put the broad top of her head on upturned palms, composed herself. Head up. The screen switched to a mirror and a small case was withdrawn from an under desk shelf. Her face dabbed with small sponges, features accented with coloring, the sponge turned over another dab. The case was put away. She rose, straightened the tunic across her front, looked at him knowing he’d been there the whole time and walked to the elevator. Only when the doors closed with her behind it, did he retreat into the space that was once again a sanctuary.

It was with purpose that Eviea strode through the space station, having been pointed in the right direction, and insisting on making her own way. She rounded a corner, finding a door on either side of it two desks, behind one sat a Betelgusain, behind the other a Kerack, an outward symbol of cooperation. She was readily admitted as a Starfleet representative, Eviea noted the hint of boredom in the movements and expressions of the Betalgusain, something she felt for and could readily appreciate, the Keracak was betraying quite a bit of nerves, perhaps the fact of being around a new species, or maybe it was her own presence as Starfleet, and the need to impress had been pushed on the person.

She entered into an anti-room, of reasonable size and very well appointed, the heavy and soft blue carpet was in evident once again, with a run of accented angled beams dissecting the wall panels, and all set so as to draw the eye to the far end, two more desks were found in the room both occupied by Betelgusain diplomatic staff, the desks faced each other, with both placed towards a corner to form a triangle of sorts. “I need to speak with the Ambasador, please.” Eviea said flatly, taking as much emotion out of her voice in an attempt to mask the building frustration. The ambassador’s office entrance was set to the side of the office in a way that anyone emerging or wanting access would have to pass behind the rear most aids position. Eviea noted the design and approved, as it filled needs of both tactical and discretionary nature.

“Ahh my daughter, the Starfleet Commander. Welcome to the federation diplomatic mission quarters.” Sethren procalmed a little to grandly, arms spread as he emerged from the office at the other end of the room. Although this was not unexpected, as long as she could remember his tendency was to overdo at times, she had an inkling it was some sort of ploy, an inkling that was stronger given the current circumstances.

“We need to speak privately.” Eviea started, catching herself being a little terse, remembering where she was and who she represented, who was observing, the woman added a little flair she dredged up from memories, she even managed a sickly sweet smile. “If it is convenient and pleasing to the Ambassador of course.”

“Please, please, I would welcome such an opportunity.” He responded with a smile of his own, Eviea found herself staring and examining, still trying to separate a performance from a truth. He flicked a glance at both aides. “Please take an extended, early afternoon stroll, if you could bring me back one of the delightful fruit cups they have so masterfully created together.” Fixing her with a look of inquiry asked. “Would you like anything, Daughter-Commander?”  

“Much kindness, but no thank you, Ambassador- Father.” She responded, playing the part now, much to her own annoyance. 

She watched, following the aide from the rear station to the door, they walked with a practice and to her eye unnatural grace, her attention came back to her father as he made a follow up comment. “You deny yourself the intrinsic benefits of such partnerships and stationings, tell me is it Starfleet that has taught you such, or is this the ever present stubbornness of your character?”

“Stubbornness of character, although Starfleet training certainly has a hand inthings,  but it’s certainly better than fancying which delicacy to sample or present, all the while galactic situations burn out of control.” Eviea fired back, turning away from the now closed door, but even this was a veiled response, guessing that the person on the other side of the door might just be watching. “But I am not here for a reunion or to debate the merits of Starfleet or diplomatic service. We are in need of truly private space, can you provide?”

She watched as he paced to one of the desks, using one of the inset picture frame-like work stations, accessed and manipulated a control. “I have done so.”

“We have made certain discoveries in the course of performing assigned duties, discoveries that do not track with the narrative we have been presented by the Dari or the Kerakac. My question to you ambassador is, have you been told directly, overheard, or become aware of anything that has given you cause for concern?”

There was a pause, Eviea tried to gauge her fathers reaction, there were hints of being unconcerned, but also notes of discomfort, a raised brow that indicated a bit of surprise, but nothing clear or definitive. “As you ask, and as you indicate all might not be well. Firstly the decision to use a native craft was extremely last minute, a comment of ‘in national interests’ was used but only once in my presence, which could indicate a slipped phrase. Secondly, I was in the vicinity of a quiet conversation between both Dari and Keracac officials of how discrete trade relations would be affected, how their partners would feel about a pause, because of lack of access. On their own the comments mean nothing.”

Eviea sighed, frustrated at the fact these little nuggets of information had been held onto, questioning whether it was a lack of trust or a need to control or was it just fear of looking foolish or of losing face she long held against her father. “Then why not tell? I tell you and I tell you, Starfleet thrives on information, no better yet I thrive on information, I need as much as possible to perform my duties. Yet you still insist on holding on to information.” 

“My understanding was you were here for retrieval and presentation.” Sethren countered, this response seemed genuine, but his proximity to Starfleet over the years made her question even this.

“If Command had only wanted retrieval and presentation, they would have sent a runabout with a ranking officer and appropriate security and engineering personnel, we are not that far out from a starbase. Sending a full starship implies further investigation. But I suspect you know this, you’ve been in the game longer than I’ve been alive, so what held you back?” Eviea retorted, hands were on hips now, her frustration coming though in her tone, she was glad that this exchange was private. 

“You should know, daughter, this is a very delicate setup. Caution is implicit, both in action and in word, throwing around theories may be practice on a starship, but not in the diplomatic service as you know all too well, daughter. Had I had the opportunity. Had I been asked directly. I may have spoken.” His tone took on an authoritative edge now, one that was used to drive home points, to back representatives into political or legislative corners, flashes of events from her youth, memories of her slipping away when she felt conversations had already crossed into the line too serious and were threatening to get heated.  

“The reception prior to the retrieval was for what then? It was an inconvenience on our part, the team had been selected, the shuttle had been prepared, and we were ready to go.” Eviea fired back, stringing to keep her own frustrations at bay, but still wanting to understand her fathers pointions, his reasoning for taking said positions. “You could have pulled me aside, found a quiet corner, asked me to accompany you on a tour for Ost sake, I was there, I was ready.”

“But I was not ready. It was not for fear of looking foolish in my position. It was to preserve the delicate balance of the situation. Now you must have something certain and profound. I would like to hear it.” He stated, his voice had calmed, the edge was gone, replaced by something else, this was honest, she was sure it was or at least she hoped it was, for the first time in a long time. Then there was the appeal.

“The Escape capsule contains a being, a species, that we have not been made aware of.” Eviea started, she shifted position to stand behind a chair, placing both hands on the top of the back, she continued her revaluation with no small sense of wonder in her voice, along with a hint of concern about the implications.  Better yet it is clutching the artifact that is to be presented in the ceremony. Now either they have no clue the Species exists and have decimated without knowing, or they do know, they have kept it quiet and are hoping we don’t find out about them, which raises a question of why?” 

“Whether they previously knew is irrelevant, they know now, they may even have exploited the situation and  have a real fear of the Federation finding out.” The elder Betelgeusian summed up a theory. “The real question is how far will they go when it comes to containment?”

Having been escorted through the passageways of the station by a Kerac attendant, Racshaw was shown into a space that although alien was still a little familiar to her, a laboratory or research area at the very least. She smiled both outwardly and inwardly, even if there were stark differences between this room and the station she had observed so far.

The walls were almost bare and unadorned, a pattern on the back of the door and over in and defining  the far corner space, which also appeared to have a seating that was a little comfortable.

The rest of the space was gray along the floor and lower walls graduating through to white as it approached the ceiling area, there were two long tables that cut through the center of the space, with bench seating on both sides, inset screens at regular intervals, and a central larger screen on a stand fixed to the table, but with a mechanism that enabled it to be rotated. If she had to guess, Racshaw would have said this was a theoretical or social sciences lab, one that needs cooperation and data sharing but little in the way of practical equipment.

Looking up from one of the stations and one of the screens, the official that had been part of the reception line gave Racshaw a broad smile, her comfort in the setting showed where her roots and interest lay, a scientist at heart for sure. “Racshaw why, why, this is certainly a pleasant surprise.” Looking past her to the attendant, she gave a flick with her head backing up what she directed next. “Many thanks for providing our guest with guidance, you may return to your duties.”

Racshaw glanced over her shoulder, wanting to be sure the attendant was out of the room and out of listening range. “Well, it appears I was not so needed aboard ship at this time, I was intrigued as to the nature of your work and the environment in which you do so.”

“Well here you have it,” An open body position with hands spread away from her body palms up, she was more than welcoming of the visit and opportunity to talk. “You are more than welcome, as a fellow scientist, I put up with the receptions and the conferences and the  meetings but this is my contented place.”

“That I can appreciate, I’m at home in the lab, I’m learning other duties, but a lab and the associated possibilities is a happy place for me.” Racshaw responded, her own expression now a beaming smile, for the moment the expectation of her task confined to a corner of her mind, she reveled in the neatness of the setup while strolling forwards towards and around a workbench. Pausing, she took a closer look at her opposite number, hoping the silence didn’t stretch into uncomfortableness as the prime reason for her visit lept from the corner to the fore of her mind. “Speaking of happy points, our conversation from the reception intrigued me. If I recall you were hoping to uncover a little more, may I ask if you have?”

“You may of course.” Came the response, it was a ready response, but also careful, and she was sure there was a flit of a gaze from herself, to the door, then back to herself. “You recall I showed you a discovery made recently from the archives. It took a lot of searching but I managed to find another piece of similar age, it is physically not present, being kept in a vault at the Keracak capital museum. But please come let me show you, on the stand viewer, if you could fix it’s position.” The words tumbled out now, the UT barely keeping up with the excited scientist, something the Andorian could well identify and understand.Racshaw sidled up to her fellow scientist now the invitation was given, reaching out, delicately at first, and then awkwardly pushing the screen in a way to make sure both had a good view of the display. “That should do it, please, you have me intrigued.”

The screen went black for a moment, then one image displayed, then the second, with the pair of them side by side. A three centimeter wide white bar separating both images, out of necessity and for the purpose of displaying comparison notes.

Both images were of a poster, evidently a propaganda poster from times gone by, both were damaged, torn, weathered by time,  both had script in the native language of the respective species. This is where the likeness began: on each poster the name of the opposing species was picked out large, here appeared to be a depiction of a soldier of said species with a lash or whip poised to strike. The object of the strike was in both cases the most hard to make out, heavily worn and perhaps purposefully so, but Racshaw picked out the large cap-like top to the head, and the heavy set yet short limbs, both matching the description supplied to her by her executive officer. Above both partial images was another name picked out in equally large script and identical on each.

Withath was first to speak next, noting the interest and perhaps the surprise that the viewing had elicited in Racshaw. “Your reaction speaks to recognition, please tell me, what is prompting this.”

“That image, faded and partially ruined as it is, bears a striking resemblance to a discovery a senior officer made me aware of.” Racshaw began, stretching a hand and pointed finger to the display before her. For a moment the joy of the discovery was replaced by the implications of a ruined alliance and the destruction and death that could mean, another moment later the trust that Vonny had placed in her that her Captain had placed in her spurred her to continue with her part and that she must reciprocate that same trust. She felt the need to caution her counterpart. “Now I must stress I have not seen the being with my own eyes, but the source of the information is one that is very trusted by me, these two images they are verified? Were they developed together?”

“Fully authenticated and verified as genuine, I thank you for asking, it helps me trust your methods.” Withath responded with not a hint of unhappiness or frustration towards the first question. She then made a gesture that indicated her uncertainty, before responding. “Common word and theory is each one was produced in isolation, but a small group that are studying anomalies of conflict years are unconvinced, you see yourself the similarities are too striking to ignore. Add to that you tell me of a being that conforms to the image, the fact your people have it implies that it was in or around the capsule?”

“This is the case. My own studies of the telemetry gathered by the decent craft indicate it is not the only one of its kind.” Racshaw began, much the same as her counterpart now fully engrossed in following the evidence, so much so neither of them noticed the door to the lab swing open, or the officer in a smart trim uniform, with braided cuffs, and precise duel horizontal striping on the shoulders. He coughed causing Racshaw to look round, it took a moment but where she was, the subject under discussion, and the military air of the newly arrived person, caused a moment of panic and uncertainty.

“Consul, Lieutenant, the commander of the station has charged me with ensuring you cease and desist your current activities and conversations. Consul, you are to be confined for sharing sensitive information without authorisation. Lieutenant, you are asked to leave the station, until the ceremony.” His manner was stark and direct, it was now abundantly clear a higher level official or officer wanted the line of enquiry to end.  

Unarmed, and without much hope of overpowering three security persons. Racshaw mouthed ‘I’m sorry’, in Withath’s direction, to which she received a resigned shrug, expecting to be pushed away from an avenue of research, that made the woman first disappointed, which lit Andorian blood aflame with frustration. As she filed out of the room past the spokesperson and the pair of security, her face had slipped from worry and concern to stony hard contempt and prompted a remark. “Three for a pair of academics someone’s worried.” Returning the glare from security number two, starting to dig in, the academy training to stand one’s ground was coming to the fore. One more thing to do. “Racshaw to Commander Merrova, we’re rolling to you.” She stated in a bare whisper, after a subtle insignia tap, pre-set phrasing to indicate the type of approach.

“Father. Whatever happens in the next five minutes, stay in this room please.” Eviea stated after receiving the communication from her subordinate. Already moving towards the entrance, she asked over her shoulder “Assuming this is an official diplomatic space?”

“Indeed it is, federation rights and standards apply.” Sethren stated, moving and placing himself behind the rearmost desk. “You’re expecting trouble, Commander-Daughter? The communication made this clear?”

“Racshaw used the ‘rolling’ phrase, Rubidoux away teams use that when withdrawing from dangerous or hostile circumstances, or unwillingly in the company of security or military unit, let’s put it that way for now.” Eviea explained positioning herself to one side of the entrance,  positioned ready for at least a stand off if not outright confrontation. “Right now lets just be ready and hold any speculation, we’ll have answers soon enough.” She added, telling herself to breath and not tense up while they waited, clear and measured actions would be needed in the next exchange. 

There was a firm, purposeful, hard triple rap on the doorframe. Eviea exhaled and pushed the control to slide the door back. She smiled at the five who stood in the corridor. One of hers and one of theirs flanked and fronted by three clear security type officers, two Dari one Kerack, the intent to threaten was clear. But Eviea was outwardly unconcerned, giving this impression with her opening question. “Can I help You gentlemen? Did my officer get lost, such a shame when that happens.”

“My commander has determined you and your subordinate have overstepped your remit as agreed by our respective governments and have ordered you removed from that station until the ceremony.” He stated tersely, realling off the script he had likely had dumped into him for the few minutes prior to being sent on this particular task. Eviea caught a glimpse of uncertainty in his eye, just for a moment, then it was gone.

“Your Commander has determined or His Commander has determined, how high does this go, officer?” She pushed a little, before relenting. “Of course, the diplomatic personnel will be allowed to return to this officer before we depart? Starfleet treats it’s duty to it’s diplomats with the utmost care.”

“They are being escorted to the receiving pad as we speak; they will also be removed, because of uncertain agendas.” The Officer stated, for once cracking a smile, as if delivering bad news brightened some perverse part of him, or maybe he just liked to push back when pushed himself.

“You can not do that. It’s illegal.” Came the surprising and utterly frustrated outburst from the andorian science officer.

“Racshaw, that’ll do.” Eviea instructed quickly, then turned her attention to the twist, and twisted it some more this time to her advantage. “Well then I will be staying put.” Gesturing to the office. “This is federation territory.” Gesturing to her father. “That is a Federation ambassador.” Hooking both hands onto her collar and chest. “I am a starfleet officer. I have a duty and an obligation to aid and protect my ambassador inside federation territory, which this is.” She grinned broadly, despite the risks she was opening herself up to, gambling that incursion was not something the officer had been briefed on or willing to do preemptively. “So i will be staying right here until the ceremony, or we get this matter straightened out whichever.” In the background she could just see the pair of betlegusain aids being brought to the growing leaving party. Fixing the increasingly concerned and angry looking andorian science officer. “Racshaw, Go back, apprise Capitain Morr of events, follow his orders, I’ll be fine and I’ll be in touch.”

“Not with restricted access you won’t.” The officer shot back, now intensely frustrated and developing a strong dislike if his expression and tone were anything to go by.

“Run along now.” Eviea said calmly and pointedly, before keying the door to close.

Facing her father, who for once had an expression she rarely caught sight of, it looked like concern with a heavy dollop of relief. “I wasn’t leaving you alone, and having me here might prove useful to my Captain.”

“I may have misjudge you Commander.” He said, with an uncharacteristic warmth in his voice, Vonny would almost call it pride.

“I think that goes both ways, Father.” Was her response.

Seated at one of workstations, her comm badge is placed on the bench with part of its coving removed, exposing the inner workings. She had placed it close to one of the interface panels, which also had a side and top framing removed, again exposing some of the workings. A scavenged ODN coupler and microprobe in hand, Eviea worked with an outward calm in the relative safety of the diplomatic area offered, but remained distinctly and uncomfortably aware of being effectively surrounded by not entirely friendly forces.

Her efforts to get past the lockouts imposed but the station’s security, was proving frustratingly difficult, more so than she expected for their technology level, but progress was being made.

“What are you trying to achieve?” Came the question, her father and the ambassador, who were one and the same, seemed to be getting impatient and concerned, if the notes creeping into a usually sickeningly pleasant manner of conversation were anything to go by.

“You might want to avoid What and How questions at present.” She responded without looking up from her task, close to cracking one particular sequence, her attention was only going to shift should the risk of discovery become imminent.

“Are you doing something illegal or underhanded at least?” He pressed, the stern note in his voice and the fact he was now, stood in front of her, in such a manner that cast a shadow across the workspace.

“I’m retrieving signals intelligence, that’s about all the details you probably want. If you’re going to keep up the plausible deniability and keep that status of yours clean.” Came her quick response, defensive in manner and trying to deflect any further questions, in part to keep her focus on the task at hand but mostly to avoid any conversations of personal nature. “Ha! I’m past security, hopefully garner enough information to give my Captain a basis for an agreement that will properly recognise the Makeabish.”

“Look at you, a fine diplomat in the family tradition, Of course you could have been even more notable, but you made a habit of disappearing at the most inopportune moments, starfleet has a lot to answer for me thinks” Sethran enthused, it seemed he had a genuine want for her to do well, just that their opinions of what ‘doing well’ was were clearly somewhat different.

“Please, Starfleet saved me. I was bored, father, caught between either endless presentations at dinners and reception lines with talks that seemed equally endless or swanning around with mind numbingly dull peers, whos measure was who was ‘ist’ the fastest, the prettiest, the smartest.” She vented, staking out her own opposing viewpoint, dropping and pushing aside the tools and placing her palms flat and leaning over the workstation. In truth this was the first time in a number of years she had faced past events and her feelings towards them head on.

“Your peers’ attitudes back then I know, all too well, your siblings were much the same. But you, you had something, a curiosity, a drive, I just wanted you to have the opportunity to develop that daughter.” It sounded like an appeal, like he wanted her to understand, there was belief there as well that the career he hoped for her was a worthwhile one, which made the unexpected tinge of disappointment all the more real. “But you turn away, turn to this life, repeatedly. Is it really that fulfilling?”

“Yes, what gets done by crews like mine, that share this life has tanagale benefits. Be that expanding the knowledge base of our collective civilisations, or getting in there and aiding those who have nowhere else to turn.” Eviea stated adamantly, the tone she used, posture the took, now stood up looking straight at her father, all spoke to her sense of pride and confidence in the life and career she had carved out in starfleet, and her determination to stick to it.

Her fathers expression, his whole demeanor seemed to soften at this, maybe that is what he wanted and needed from her, or perhaps he was just relenting because of the situation they faced. He moved around the workstation to a position where he could look over her work and progress. “If you’re past the initial lockout’s may I?” He queried, indicating the screen with a hand, she nodded and watched on as a command was selected, a submenu accessed, a code input. The screen changed, three new menus were available now. “It would not have worked before the initial security but once beyond that, you should have wide ranging access, it souls enable you to find what you need. What are you looking for?”

“Proof the planet is known to be inhabited, or being visited, also any communications.” Eviea said quickly, seating herself down and beginning to sift through the menu options, and the information that might be presented there. “If there’s proof of knowledge, we can push for recognition.”

“I think it’s only fair that continued support would be contingent on such recognition.” Sethren offered, drawing a pause and a lookup from Eviea. “We’re agreed on the point if they want into the federation fold they have to begin embracing the values, equal and protected rights, in this case.”

Her attention lingered for a moment, torn between an acknowledgement for the backbone of the recent statement, and entrenched and fermenting loathing for all he and by extension the entire diplomatic arm of the federation she had carried around for so many years. Looking down quickly and busying herself with the task at hand, she perused yet another submenu, as she commented. “We agree, then maybe there’s a chance for this after all.” Another submenu, this one marked ‘Transmision Log’, and there was one, sent just before the attempt to remove them from the station, and encrypted. “Might have a smoking gun here. Just need to decrypt it, fortunately tricorders are good at that sort of thing.”

Keeping her eyes between the tricorder and the display, avoiding contact or engagement, felt a little odd. But she feared the reaction she would have, feeling knotted and conflicted inside. Her father was moving a little more hesitantly, much more so than she was used to, but move he did around the workstation and seated himself in the chair opposite judging by the momentary shadow and the slight squeak only a chair could make.

“Only as good as the operator, or so I’m told.” He offered, by way of encouragement or commendation, it was kindly at any rate.

Eviea smiled and glanced up for a brief moment, her fathers face with a kind expression set against the stark white bulkhead, encapsulating the conflict she felt inside right now. one part warm, the other clinical and cold, then back down to her work. Shortly followed by a brief tone and a result. “Message reads: ‘Take no action against an unregistered home designed vessel, do not impede, do not acknowledge, it does not exist.’ There seems to be an abundance of none existent in this system. Now we contact the Roo.”  

Pacing along the corridor towards the guest quarters. Vilgi considered how to approach the next commander. Appeal to his honor. Appeal to his sense of duty. Lay out his crew’s discovery and gauge the reaction.

A pair of security officers flanked the doorway, both straightened up on catching sight of their captain, gesturing toward one then the other. “Open up, stay outside. You’ll come in with me.”

Vilgi stepped inside and was confronted by his opposite standing from the lounge chair, feet set apart, hand behind back, chest out, looking straight at him, but in a respectful rather than challenging manner.

“Captain Vilgi Morr, you do me the honor of quarters rather than a cell, and a personal visit. If I may impose I wish to know your intentions?” His opening came across respectful, yet straight to the point. It also had the benefit of allowing Vilgi to cut straight to option three.

“Primus-Navucs Odwurd. You stood down rather than escalating a situation. I have the utmost respect for that.” Vilgi returned the directness with a compliment; his own past experiences had taught him the value of questioning instructions and orders that didn’t make sense. Seeing that in another commander made him want to trust him, electing to take a leap of faith in view of the commander’s attitude. “My intentions are to confront the representatives aboard the station. We have a member of the Makeabish species aboard ship, recovered along with the capsule and artifact. I would like you to meet them and based on your reactions I will decide whether you will be a part of the landing party. Do you agree to these terms?”

“I agree. I look forward to both meetings.” Odwurd responded with a slight bow of the head which came across as genuine enough.

“In that case follow me.” Vilgi stated, turning and making for the door, making a follow gesture to the security officers as he passed.

Coming to a halt outside one of the entrances to primary sickbay, the Bolian Captain directed the security officers to split and place themselves, one on each door. “Now the Makeabish communicate through signing for the most part. Pleased to meet you, goes something like this.” Vilgi went on to demonstrate and did so three times, with the commander mimicking after the third, reasonably satisfied with the effort put forth. He asked directly. “Are you ready, Primus-Navucs?”

“I believe I am Captain. Lead on.” Came the response and a gesture to the doorway.

Sat cross legged on a bio bed the Makeabish named Garollth, signed to ask where they were heading. Isshan was responding when the far door opened.

The Makeabish stopped responding first, his attention caught not so much by the Bolian, but by the Kerack officer striding towards them. He shrunk backwards, head lowering bringing the wide domed top into view, the purpose and efficacy of this camouflage or defensive measure becoming clear. Baird placed a hand on the shoulder, softly, for reassurance. Ishaan quickly signed “Safe area, no harm, we will ensure” and respected it for emphasis and reassurance.

“Lets take this easy and slow.” Vilgi advised, having noted the reactions their appearance and approach had prompted, and moved an arm across the Kerack commanders path. Both officers slowed their pace considerably allowing Garolith to at least lift their head again, coming to a halt a foot from the trio on and around the bio bed.

“You are up, Primus Nacus. If you are willing.” Vilgi stated, shooting a look to the Kerack, a gesture towards the Makeabish, and taking a pace backwards. Having done as much to lessen adverse actions and reactions, now was the time to allow space for true attitudes and intentions to show themselves.

What followed was a slightly clumsy but genuines effort by Primus Nacus Odwurd to sign and connect with the Garollth. “Come from peace. Wish give help. Want friend bond.”

The response came back, it was tentative but also genuine. “Want peace. Want bond. What you Labeled?”

Garollth was noticeably more fluid, as one would expect, but Vilgi felt was deliberately slowing down his signs, a sure indication of him wanting to believe and wanting to give Odwurd an opportunity, and that he wanted a new chapter.

“What did it ask? Something about me, my name perhaps?”Odwurd asked quickly throwing a glance back to the Makeabish.

“It was indeed. To respond, copy the last two gestures he made, then add O to a D, followed by U to R to D.” Bacshi jumped in following a quick indication for Vilgi, he made a habit of leaning on those with more knowledge or experience in areas he lacked, which gave them agency to perform to the best they could and gave the best chance of a goo outcome to a given situation.

Odwurd copied the sigh, directing it towards Garollth, the response was heartening, something Vilgi hoped would be the start of a connection that would form a solid base for bringing the two species and the Dari together.

The positive developments kept on coming, while the Kerack and the Makeabish began a dialogue of sorts, some positive news came from the bridge.

“Bridge to Sickbay, the damping field frequency has been matched, sir, I have commander Merrova for you” Racshaw’s report was brief and to the point as was to be expected. There was a moment of silence, and an unusual  click before a familiar voice came through.

“Merrova to Morr, is this thing on?” The unmistakable and slightly playful tone of the Executive Officer filtered though, with a little distortion.

”Coming through loud and clear, commander, how are you and the ambassador fairing?” Straight into information gathering given the uncertainty of the stability of the comm line.

“Still confined physically, but managing to access the computer network, external sensors have gone dark, but the alert level is up, tracking with the orders the station master has, Racshaw mentioned a breakthrough.” Came her report, straightforward business like, but with a calm that seemed to define her response to the unexpected.

“Indeed we have, a ship captain who wants answers, and a so far cordial meeting between the Makeabish and said Keracek Primus Nacus, I have a plan that is on the bold side.” Vilgi informed her of a new development, the fact he had a plan to capitalize on their gains, he hoped it would not be.

“My kind of plan, what details sir?” Merrova wanted information, and her playful note was back in her voice, always a sign she was ready to go.

“Transport directly into the rep area, confront them with the truth, convince them that working with the Makeabish is the only way forward. Ambassador, we will need your help in convincing them, is that something we can count on?” Vilgi outlined the bones of a plan, leaving plenty of scope for both improvisation and for specialists to operate in while being supported. He made a direct appeal to Ambasador Merrova, aware his role would be a key one. There was a pause.

“What confidence do you have in this, commander-daughter?” The comm only just picked up the whispered question, perhaps an understandable one by the ambassador.

“Of success, fifty-fifty. Of it being the right course hundred percent. To give it the best chance we need you, ambassador-father.” Eviea appealed, just above a whisper, a deliberate choice to show her confidence and her process to those who might be listening.    

“You have my assurance I will do all I can, Captain.” The ambassador stated, after a pause and with a fair amount of tension in his voice, perhaps he was used to having more control over situations, or perhaps it was something else entirely.

The next development came hard on the heels of the impromptu strategy conversation, a report from the bridge would launch all concerned into the next series of events.

“Bridge to Sickbay, Captain we have arrived back in the Indigo Stations control zone. The Station commander has already hailed us and is unhappy with our flippant disregard for established protocol and violation of boundaries, and he, quote. Demands you transport to the station to discuss in person. End quote.” The ship’s second officer seemed to take great delight and a hint of mirth at relaying the reaction and statements of the Commander in question to her Captain.

“Sounds like an open invite to me. Wren inform them, we will be over shortly. Prep for shield rotation to allow for transporter activity. Have Racshaw forward coordinates for the ambassador and commander to Transporter Room Two, have them perform a site to site. Have Transporter Room One lock on too Myself, Commander Baccshi, both security officers, Primus Navcus Odwurd, and Garollth who’s just become the Makeabish Ambasador . Once transport cycles have completed, keep shields raised unless you hear from myself or Commander Merrova.”  
 

Three equal tones coming from the station’s klaxon was as expected, as the utter shock on the face of the Dari station commander, once Vilgi and the six other members of his party shimmered into place in said commander’s office.

“Captain Morr! This is an extreme violation of established protocol. The very protocols that were agreed with your leadership and the you agreed to follow. Explain yourself or withdraw you party.” The rising fear in his voice was plain enough, it was this fear that was feeding this reaction, and something Vilgi knew would have to be handled with care in order to find a way though.

“It is true this is against established protocol.” Vilgi began by confronting the issue and making a small concession to begin with. “However I felt it needed to take such action in light of preceding events.” He continued building on the concession and phrasing his comments in a way that practically invited a question.

“What events do you speak of? How are they relevant?” The Commander fired back, seemingly having got over the sudden appearance of the team and ready for a battle of words or whits.

“Your administrations or elements of them have systematically prevented Starfleet, specifically my crew, from adequately performing the task which it was called in to perform.”  Vilgi stated plainly and confidently, going on to cite specific instances. “For example, during our joint operation to retrieve the escape capsule containing the artifact, an anomaly was detected, it was not acknowledged by your crews and attempts by mine to probe further were stonewalled. Later on my officers were removed or confined, and federations diplomatic aids were removed for pursuing a legitimate concern. A vessel of Dari or Kerack construction was intercepted on a course that would have taken them into restricted space and according to our sensors your station is operating without external sensors with no explanation forthcoming. Can you explain?” His reasons stated, his challenge made, the Bolian captain fell silent, a slight grin curling at his features. This type of exchange, after a painstaking work by his crew, was the sharp end of command for Vilgi.

“I have none other than I followed directives that were passed down to me. I was assured these directives would contribute to the preservation of our treaty.” His response was honest, if defensive, with a hint of deflation. Vilgi noted the station commander had picked out Primus-Navucs Odwurd, the ship commander for a moment, before returning his attention to the Bolian.

“Captain Morr if I may.” Odwurd chose this point to step forward. For a moment Vilgi considered the posabilities. This could be a master stroke, allowing both commanders a moment to set themselves on a new path, or this could be a complete undermining moment, with accusations of puppetry or manipulation or the like. It would be a gamble, but so was bringing the Kerack along in the first place. The Bolian nodded. The Kerack spoke.

“Commander you and I are of the age where directives were followed without question, but not dare I say without misgivings and unease. I know you understand this. The time for such conduct is gone, such attitudes need to be laid to rest along with the conflict they were born from. Our Federation friends have shown us compassion, demonstrated an insatiable curiosity, we have an opportunity here now, shall we take it you and I?” The speech was one worthy of seasoned commanders, articulate, motivating, to the point. If Vilgi had to guess he would assume Odwurd had a fair reputation both within his own ranks and that of the Dari. Exactly the type a federation admiral would pick for a special assignment. Vilgi found himself a little jealous of the apparent self confidence. But that was a personal reflection for another time.

“You speak from the heart. I will admit the instructions to go blind left me uneasy and more than a little concerned we were back in conflict once more. I will follow your lead and that of the Federation. How would we proceed?” The Station commander relented, but with grace, appearing to see the need to change and break the cycle.

“Call the Representatives. Then the four of us can lay out the discovery of the Makeabish. If that goes well we can move on to proposals to include them in the current treaty.” Sethren Merrova responded, stepping up to the other side of Vilgi. The encounter to follow would fall squarely within his purview, and the seasoned diplomat’s words and stance would indicate he was, not only up for, but equal to the challenge.

“Let us begin a new era then.” Stated the Kerack station commander, he cracked a smile for the first time Vilgi was aware of, having a brief dealing during the reception, it was nervy. Perhaps that was to be expected, but still a slight inkling that perhaps there was another meaning to his statement sat in the back of Vilgi’s mind, electing to let this play out he turned to the security officer and had a discrete word regarding his concerns. Then waited for the arrival of the representatives.
 

In preparation for the arrival of the representatives. The small group had dispersed somewhat, the station commander remained behind his desk, the ship commander also but standing to the right hand side.  In a right corner, level with the commander’s desk, Captain Morr stood shoulder to shoulder with Baccshi, on the immediate left of the Makeabish representative, a member of the Rubidoux security on the opposite shoulder, for a bit of reassurance. UFP ambassador Merrova stood forward of the commander’s desk on the left hand side facing the entrance, ready to greet the two parties of the two species representatives.

Captain Morr surveyed the room, the pair behind the desk were clearly unsure of how this sudden reveal was going to play out. The Makeabish to his immediate left seemed confident in their positioning and seemed eager for this to happen. The ambassador was an altogether different proposition; there seemed to be a shift in his stance since he’d been forced to spend time with Eviea, his daughter and Vilgi’s first officer. Whatever had gone had had an effect on them both, but at this moment was too soon to tell if this would be a positive or a negative, going into a negotiation with that was not ideal, but then all negotiations were a patchwork of unknowns.

Two side entrances opened up and in stalked two delegations, both in a trio. The fact that both cultures had a value for the trio was perhaps a point in their favor, also Vilgi was beginning to consider that perhaps the meaning went deeper, perhaps the Makeabish were the missing piece for these peoples. The Dari came from the left. The Kerakec from the right. The Ajunkct headed each party, both recognisable from the reception that seemed so long ago now. In each party one of the aides was more cultural or administrative, carrying a tablet-style device in the right hand. The other was clearly military with a rifle slung obviously over one shoulder, a lingering mutual distrust and mutual force display.

The Dari Ajunckt addressed the station commander directly. “The irregularity of this summoning is immense. I demand a reason be forthcoming.” His manner and tone showed a great amount of frustration at having to attend.

The Kerakec Ajunckt on the other hand had other concerns. “What is that doing here?” Extending a pointed finger at the Makeabish.

“If you would allow me. I will address both points.” Ambassador Sethren Merrova began, standing almost suicidally out in the open. There was a split second when Vilgi Morr felt the need to prepare for the worst, the manner of the entrance, the tone and bluntness of the comments that followed, all spoke to an unfriendly room. He gestured to the security ensign, who put a hand to his phaser discreetly.

“I will take care of that for you Ajunckt.” Othcel stated, having stepped to the corner of the station commanders desk. From a concealed position he drew a weapon and aimed at the Makeabish, Vigil had a moment of disquiet at having misjudging the officer so badly. This was cut short by a phaser bast from the security ensign. “Draw!” He called, reaching for his own type one, trusting that Baccshi would do the same, he dropped to a crouch. Eyes darting to the ambassador still exposed in the middle of the room.

Two more shots rang out. Another moment and the Ambassador was still standing, but his gaze  turned to the Makeabish, the surprised look was the first thing he saw, then the two blast marks, one to the shoulder, one to the chest. He fell backwards.

“At arms.” The Kerakec Ajunkt barked, grabbing Vilgis’ attention.

Both he and the Dari counterpart took a calm, measured step backwards. Their military escorts stepped up weapons at the hip. Two beams lanced out striking the Station Commander and the fallen Ship Commander. The look of surprise was unmistakable. The impact points began to burn, the cascade effect took over, soon all that remained were a burn mark on the desk and the carpet.

From his side the security ensign moved quickly, instinctive. two paces and leap onto the desk. Then a lunge at Ambassador Merrova, a tackle to the ground. landing in a crouch with his body over the ambassador’s, phaser trained on the nearest soldier.

“Hold.” Came the command from the Kerakec. Both soldiers pointed their weapons to the dealing and paced backwards. A glance at the faces revealed a stony look, a stark contrast to the murder just committed.

“You may stand. We will take no further military action.” Added the Dari Ajunkt, the joint part of the events that had transpired now becoming evident.

Vilgi stood motioning for the security to follow his lead.  A quick glance around, frayed nerves, perhaps a bruise on the ambassador. Glanching to Baccshi who crouched over the fallen Makeabish passing a tricorder over. A shaken head was all the notice he needed.

“I demand an explanation for this atrocity!” Vilgi began, his face cold and neutral, but got no further.

“You no longer have the agency to demand. We no longer need Federation involvement in our affairs.” The Dari stated bluntly, the lip curled as he continued “Your curiosity. Your compassion. Weaken your resolve to the point it is ineffective.” He sneered as the Ambassador stood, with the security officer taking a step across him.

“The power of the Raptor is something we will be embracing going forward.” Added the Kerakec representative, with a voice that oozed haughtiness and sense of superiority.

“The Free State is anything but, an illusion of words at best.” Ambassador Merrova warned perhaps a last ditch attempt to make them see sense or perhaps was resigned to an outcome and was just letting them know the door could still be open, it was unclear at this point.

“Please ambassador, nothing so antiquated, nothing so restrictive.” The voice of the Kerakec was ladened with malic and scorn.

Vilgi was now sure that their welcome was all but worn out, and given the losses already suffered, prudence required a withdraw. The gamble was needed, but now it was lost it was time to leave with dignity.

“Starfleet condemns the actions you have taken. We advise against your subsequent alliance.” The Bolian took a stand, if the ambassador thought it an overstep so be it. Despite a turbulent mix of feelings from shock to anger, to frustration, and regret, the resolve to see good come of events enabled him to push himself to act with purpose. No one else would die needlessly.

“We will withdraw and expect to do so unmolested.” Vilgi stated calmly. Around him the officers of his away team began readying themselves for a transporter beam. The Dari and Kerack parties stood, the soldiers impassive, the aides attentive to their Ajunkt’s, the Ajunkt’s themselves an air of pride and overconfidence.

“Morr to Merrova. Six for return transport. Beam us to Sickbay. I’ll explain once we’re aboard.”

“Acknowledged. Stand by.” The concern she felt translating very well across the line.

“Lieutenant Baird is aware and ready. Energizing.” The second notification came a half minute later. After a pause all five were consumed by a curtain of energetic particles, a few seconds later they were no longer in the room.

On board the Rubidoux, Baccshi found himself whole again, in the open space in the main sickbay area. It only now occurred to him why Sickbays were designed with open areas, for this eventuality. Lieutenant Baird stood before them, medkit in hand, a nursing officer off to one side, and further away a pair of medical technicians. A demonstration of protocol being followed to the letter.

“Who’s hurt? Why is the Makeabish only partially materialized?” The first question was standard, the doctor probably asked out of habit. The second question caused Baccshi to look down and across. The seldom seen sight of a looping transporter beam filled the space where the corpse of the newly befriended Makeabish should have been.

Baccshi to Bridge,  Gartholth our Makeabish charge is yet to fully appear. What’s the problem with the transporter?” The scientist quested quickly, throwing a glance to his Captain who merely gave a nod of accent. Referring to Gartholth as being present was a defensive reaction, a little bit of denial that recent events had come to pass, to be truthful part of him was hoping the act of being  transported would show it up as unreal, a fabrication, perhaps a clever trick by his resourceful captain.

“There’s a different element in the makeup of the Makeabish that is interacting with the SIF and bouncing the transporter beam, like an inhibitor. I can lower the strength of the integrity field and log in auxiliary power to the transporter systems.” Wren’s voice came through clearly, if she had questions, they were being kept to a minimum. Her focus as expected was the immediate problem and troubleshooting a solution.

A low mournful tone came through Baccshi’s comm line, and by the reaction and glance he received his captain Morr’s also. Flipping his tricorder open, the last action was a translation, so that is the function it activated first. After a few moments, a translation of the tone came across the screen. Two words. ‘Request Release.’

“He might want to go. To be at peace. I think we owe him that, sir.” Baccshi interpreted softly, a little quiver in his voice.

“We owe him to pull all the stops out to keep him alive.” Morr stated, his voice hard, his face screwed up with frustration and threatening to tip over to rage. Rather than giving in though Baccshi stood by the interpretation, and his understanding of it, knowing this would put him in direct opposition to his captain.

“Sir, I respectfully disagree, he is already lost to us. Honoring his dying wishes is all we can do right now.” Baccshi responded, his voice clear and undeterred, but respectful and full of kindness. After a life spent hiding and fearing what others might have in mind for him, Baccshi truly felt that continuing to have moments of self-determination was important. His captain on the other hand seemed consumed by the idea of saving the Makeabish, maybe as a positive to come from events on the station or perhaps it was something deeper.

“Commander, I thought better of you. It’s bad enough he was gunned down in cold blood on the verge of a peace. Now you want to give up.” Vilgi barked at the science chief, for the first time he’d been aboard the Roo , Baccshi saw the side of a commander few wanted to see. The side that was reserved for those who had disappointed or violated a code of conduct. All this did however was further entrench Baccshi, he was about to affirm his position at considerable risk, considering the level of authority a Captain possessed, when an ally spoke up.

“Captain, he wants out. That might be because of pain. Because of hopelessness. Because of some effect of their physiology we have no grasp of. But I keep coming back too. ‘First do no harm.” Lieutenant Baird stated calmly, yet forcefully. Punctuating the words of the oath with a pause. “I can’t state for sure that the active beam is not causing pain. My recommendation as ranking medical officer is to discontinue the transport. Sir” The medic stated, sincerely and with heavy does of understanding.

Faced with a pair of officers telling him the same thing, Baccshi watched as the captain’s gaze flicked from one to the other and back, repeating this pattern several times. Then his face softened, he looked off into the middle distance, then settled on Baccshi.

“You’d better be right, Commander..” The Captain warned.

“Bridge to Sickbay. We’re still not getting through, I’m going to shunt more power from the core.” Merrova called down, still working the problem. 

“Morr to Bridge. Cease transporter operations. Let him go.” All the Captain had  to say. A few moments later the beam faded from the ship, the Makeabish was gone, now it felt real, now he wanted to weep for the being who hoped for the best and was unjustly rewarded.

A sweet and peaceful tone sounded through his comm. Bringin the device up there were simple words displayed, but powerful enough to soften the blow. ‘My Thanks. Will Remember.’ 

Arriving on the bridge to find it fully staffed, the alert panels lit with the fixed yellow colour, Vilgi moved quickly to the center of the room. “Charnack take the Operations station, Wren you’ll act as my second in command for the moment, report please.”

The female lieutenant commander in question rose from her chair and crossed the bridge, given Merrova being otherwise engaged, the selection was merely one of seniority, which she seemed to acknowledge well enough. 

“The vessel has continued on its present course, no other vessels have been detected joining it, it has made no attempts to contact us. Also the station is no longer answering our communication requests.” There was perhaps a little too much eagerness in both her approach and the report that followed for Vilgi’s liking, but placing his personal concerns aside he focused on the task at hand.

“It is curious, sir, if the vessel is native to the system, why is it at present so far out.” Maven asked, unprompted from the helm station.

“Trajectory on screen please.” Vilgi requested, in response, the bulkhead then phased into a tactical display, with the system, the station, the Rubidoux, and the incoming vessel displayed. A dotted line connected the vessel with the fifth planet of the system. “If we were to input a slingshot path of between  one-eighty and two-fifty degrees, have the computer extrapolate launch positions.”

The computer returned a quick answer, the dotted line extending out behind the vessel, splitting into two lines and curving in arch back towards the system, the area between shaded gray, with the outer line clipping through the sixth planet in the system. “Looks like a slingshot style maneuver. In any case, first we hail, then we intercept.” Looking back to the Tactical Officer. “General hailing frequencies please.”

“Vessel on approach to Indigo system, this is the USS Rubidoux of the Federation, your transit is not registered and you are on course for a restricted system, either state your intent and clearance or divert your course.”   He stated authoritatively, not entirely expecting a response.

After a pause of a few moments, he decided on action. “Send a comm burst to the North Star. Inform them we have a rogue vessel attempting to enter restricted space and are moving to intercept. Request assistance in both intercepting and blocking the vessel’s approach.”

Captain Treylana Hess moved purposefully around the bridge of her new command, the USS North Star, her experienced eyes keenly inspecting her crew as they made the final preparations for the ship’s maiden voyage. The North Star, much larger than her last command and fifty per cent additional crew compliment, was docked at the station, the atmosphere filled with a buzz of anticipation. Amidst this organized chaos, a young lieutenant at the Operations console looked up and called out, “Captain, we have an incoming transmission from the USS Rubidoux. A rogue vessel is on an intercept course for the Indigo system, and the Rubidoux intends to engage and is requesting assistance. Treylana’s mind raced through the implications. The North Star was still docked, not fully prepared for immediate action, but this was exactly the kind of situation that required a swift and decisive response.

“Commander Selok,” she addressed her First Officer, “how long until we can be underway?”

“Approximately fifteen minutes to undock and clear the station, Captain,” Selok replied, his Vulcan demeanour unflappable.

“Make it happen. Notify all departments to expedite departure protocols. We need to be spaceborne immediately,” Treylana ordered, then turned to her tactical officer. “Lieutenant Mulaho, plot an intercept course for the rogue vessel and coordinate with the Rubidoux. We need to cover as much ground as possible to prevent any breach of the restricted zone.”

As the crew sprang into action, Treylana tapped into the comm panel on her chair. “Rubidoux, this is Captain Treylana Hess of the North Star. We are preparing to undock and will assist in intercepting the vessel. ETA is fifteen minutes. North Star out.”

She then turned her attention to the helm. “Lieutenant Joras, prepare for rapid departure. Engage thrusters as soon as we’re clear.”

“Aye, Captain,” Joras acknowledged, fingers dancing over the controls.

“All hands, this is the Captain,” she announced over the ship-wide intercom. “We are responding to a potential threat in the Indigo system. Prepare for immediate action. Hess out.”

“Sir, it feels like we are in an area covered by the Prime Directive, is it appropriate for us to be taking action?” Wren asked, her expression genuine and her voice had a slight shake to it, perhaps denoting her trepidation, either because of the situation or for asking this particular question.

“I appreciate your concerns, it could be said that what has gone between the three species is their concern. However two of them have openly asked for our aid and now potential mistreatment of the third has come to light, our attempts to investigate have been blocked, and an unknown vessel with unknown intent is on the way here. I have the ability to act on their behalf, so I intend to ensure their safety.” Vilgi stated, this was one of those occasions it felt appropriate to make it clear, to the senior and bridge officers, why he was intent on a particular course of action. He paused, the implicate reason was for objections or additional questions, when none were forthcoming, and the moment passed and the time for action had come.

“Helm, One quarter impulse, starboard turn eight degrees.”Vilgi instructed, the perfunctory ‘aye’ followed and the vessel began to move off. “Set a course for the edge of the system, bring us to full impulse once we clear the station’s control area.” He seated himself in the center chair, fixing the tactical display on the screen, his intention was to keep the ship from entering or reentering the system, his thoughts were consumed with possible maneuvers that could be employed, dismissing ones he felt would not be as effective.

“We’ve reached the edge of the system, sir.” Maven reported from the helm station.

“Slow to a quarter.” Vilgi looked up from his personal display, set off to one side, to the main screen. The glance was enough to tell the approaching vessel was holding its current course. “Any change in speed?”

“None, sir, at present rates we will be in visual range in eight minutes, and weapons range in four.” Came the response from the tactical station.

“Very good.” Vilgi responded, deciding it was time to test out the vessel’s intent, he planned a simple move, shifting his own vessel away momentarily before cutting back across. “Helm adjust heading, zero five zero mark two two.” The order was acted on and the Rubidoux shifted in space, her bulk turning out and upwards, as the ship continued on its steady progress away from the Indigo system. It held to the course, any intercept chance was gone now as the gap opened wider. The tactical display showed a little adjustment from the incoming ship but only a few degrees inward.

“Incoming Communication. Starfleet encryption, Commander Merrova’s I believe.” Racshaw announced clearly from her position near the back of the bridge.

“Patch her through.” Morr ordered.

“Captain, Not sure how long this line is going to last. The ambassador and I have uncovered enough to be sure the vessel has orders to assault the planet and the station commander is to take no action.” Merrova relayed quickly, the urgency and intensity in her voice, likely a combination of the subject matter and the uncertain length of time to discuss. “I’m transmitting the specific log now, if the line holds I’ll forward more.”

Vilgi glanced behind and to his right, Racshaw nodded, he then point down to his personal terminal, an unspoken instruction to pass it on to himself.

“That track with what we see out here. One lone ship. I’ve called in a support ship.” Vilgi informed his first officer, and now business was taken care of, his catering nature came to the fore. “That was a hell of a play, Vonny. Captain thinking for sure. You sure your safe?”

“Safe enough for now. I think I put the wind up then with the Fed jurisdiction.” The comm signal stretched out over the last word and then cut out completely.

“Merrova.” Vilgi stated simply, hoping for a slight glitch rather than anything more permanent comm’s loss, a thrown glance, a shaken head, told him it was the latter. The task at hand and ship in front of him beckoned

“Course adjustment, one-one-five mark one eight. Let’s see what she does when the gap closes again.” Vilgi said calmly. Both the tactical display and a visual glance would show the Starfleet ship, make a sudden shift, cutting back across the edge of the system. If it continued the two ships would certainly pass close by. Then came the first evidence of the incoming vessel trying to avoid any blockages, its nose shifting over a couple of dozen degrees, and trying to ensure the two vessels would never meet.

“Port turn sir. She wants to get by us for sure!” A call came from the tactical station.

“Hold you course and speed, for the moment” Vilgi instructed, his attention on the display, and the cat and mouse type scenario that was developing. “New heading one-zero-five mark zero.”

“Visual range.”

“On screen, keep the tactical overlay. Ee-Tee-Aay North Star .” Vilgi instructed, he was pitched in the middle at this point, easier to twist and glance and hear the goings on, also the situation making it impossible to relax back fully.

“They’ve made a starboard turn sir, zero nine five mark three five. North Star ninety seconds out.”

“Cut to half impulse and come all about. Then match their heading and punch up to full again.” Even though there was still plenty of distance between the two vessels, Vilgi pulled the specific move to both demonstrate the ships agility, the commitment to the block, and also to give a little bit more maneuvering options. As the Roo performed the maneuver, the tactical display showed the arrival of the second ship, reinforcements, and a chance at ending this.

“Channel to the North Star ” Vilgi requested

“Open, sit.”

“Captain Hess, request you take the port side of the approaching vessel, catch them in a wedge, they might not reach the fifth planet or station orbiting it.” Vilgi relayed his plan for the forthcoming action, trusting the captain would follow through.

As the USS North Star swiftly manoeuvred into position, Captain Treylana Hess surveyed the situation unfolding before her on the viewscreen. The sleek form of the rogue vessel loomed ahead, its intentions still unclear but undoubtedly concerning. With the Rubidoux holding steady on the starboard side, they had a chance to enact Vilgi’s plan and prevent any breach of the restricted zone.

“Understood, we’ll take the port side as requested,” Treylana responded, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. “Lieutenant Mulaho, adjust our course to align with the North Star. Maintain formation with the Rubidoux.”

“Aye, Captain,” Mulaho acknowledged, swiftly inputting the necessary commands into the helm console.

The North Star smoothly glided into position, flanking the rogue vessel alongside the Rubidoux. The combined presence of the two Federation starships created an imposing barrier, effectively cutting off any path the rogue vessel might have intended to take towards the fifth planet of the Indigo system.

“Rubidoux, North Star, we’re in position,” Treylana transmitted, her gaze fixed on the viewscreen as she monitored the movements of the rogue vessel. “Let’s hold this formation and await further instructions. North Star out.”

As the tense standoff continued, Treylana couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride in her crew. Despite the unexpected nature of the situation, they executed their manoeuvres flawlessly.

“Captain, the rogue vessel is altering course,” Lieutenant Mulaho reported from the helm station.

“Maintain our position, Lieutenant,” Treylana ordered, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched the movements of the rogue vessel. “Let’s see where they’re headed.”

The minutes ticked by as the North Star and the Rubidoux held their formation, vigilant and ready for any further developments. It was a delicate balance, the tension palpable as they waited to see if the rogue vessel would attempt to evade their blockade or if they had successfully deterred any further incursion into the restricted zone.

The time had come for another hail and another warning.

“Approaching vessel. You’re entering a restricted space.  You’re clearly surrounded. Cut your engines and answer this hail.” Vilgi stated authoritatively. Before looking over his shoulder to the tactical station, there was a subdued but definite shake of the head.

“Hold your course. Let’s see how committed or foolish their commander is.” Vilgi stated, giving both an order and making his intention plain.

“Vessels making a port turn, that’ll put her in the side of the if they hold it, I think foolish is the answer.” Mavern commuted from the forward helm position, his tone was flat for the most part, although that added to the condescension of the remark somehow.

“Follow their turn minus five degrees, tighten the net.” Vilgi stated, hoping for a quick box in and surrender, but on his personal screen, had an alternative or two just in case.

“Vessel slowing.” Came a call from behind, Vilgi straightened, this could be designed to draw them in, or just the hoped for compliance. “She’s all stop sir.”

“Cut to one quarter, have the do the same.” Vilgi responded, with a possible end so close, he intended to creep in and make sure of it. About to ask for another hail, he was beaten to it.

“Incoming transmission. Finally.” An exasperated report from tactical.

“Loose the tactical display and let’s have it, and loop in Captain Hess .” A short instruction, but important in keeping everyone on the same page.

The tactical display dissolved as the screen went to a solid black. Then two side by side insignia’s appeared. One more than familiar, the United Federation of Planets badge with the vessel’s name underneath, on the right side. On the other side a different  symbol displayed, two side-on triangles with overlapping points at the middle, one silver, the other gold, with the overlap orange. Then the screen displayed a Kerack male, resplendent in a neat tunic, triple gold striping on both shoulders, a broad gold stripe running the length of the purple upper tunic.

The chair was functional, with the only standout feature being the inverted triangular headrest that was significantly larger than necessary, designed perhaps to draw the viewer to the commander’s presence. “Starfleet Vessel, I have complied with your request and will go no further forward. My orders included an assurance our approach would be unnoticed, and thereby unopposed. Plainly this is not the case. Therefore I surrender, I ask that my crew be treated with due respect as I believe your regulations permit.”

“You and your crew will be treated fairly, you will fall in line with the , who will escort you back to where you came, Commander.”Vilgi assured his opposite number, remaining seated also during the exchange, he was of the school that a seated, relaxed commander was often more effective, than a standing and trying to intimidate commander. He went on to explain that he would be using the commander’s previous statement in further  interactions with the Dari/Kerack leadership representatives. “Your testimony corroborates our signals intelligence, we intercepted a communication to the station commander to not oppose, rather treat your vessel as non-existent. Further we have evidence planet Indigo five is inhabited and your orders, were they carried out would have constituted a war crime, under interstellar law.”

“I Pimus-Navus Odwurd make an offer and impose upon you to make a request. I’m opening access to our computer logs, please take up to the last four cycles, information in there may help your case.” He gave a perhaps exaggerated arm gesture to an officer off screen.

“I was sent on a fool’s errand Captain Morr. The war is over, as were fools errands for commanders of our level. I would like to call my government to account and it might just provide another line of evidence. Prefectus-Navus take command, heed the federations last instruction, serve your crew well.” He was standing now head held high, Vilgi noted attempt at connection with him on a professional level at least, in his phrasing, ‘commanders of our level’, he also took the man on face value as a very principled Captain, with a little bit of training and experience he could make a fine Starfleet Captain, but that was for the future. Right now they had more immediate concerns.

“Security to transporter room one.” A voice to Vilgis left, his acting first officer taking a bit of initiative. “Be ready to take in a prisoner.”

“Racshaw, Make the appropriate connection with the vessel and download the offered logs, be sure to take only what is offered, as a gesture of good faith.” Vilgi instructed the junior, but capable officer, continuing to use her as the designated signals officer for this particular encounter. “Wren, have security escort Pimus-Navus Odwurd to VIP three, assign three guards, two physical, one surveillance monitor.”

“Pimus-Navus we will transport you shortly, please comply with the officers charged with your arrest, they will escort you to quarters, you will stay there unless requested otherwise. I will visit you shortly to determine our next actions.” Vilgi stated, for him, very bluntly, but not forcefully or aggressively. Just enough to have the needed compliance of the opposing commander.

Directing his attention to the Federation Captain on the other half of the screen, Vilgi made his request. “You have had a clear transmission Captain Hess , I request your assistance in escorting the vessel as soon as we have the Commander onboard.”

“Understood, Captain Vilgi,” Treylana responded, her tone respectful yet resolute. “We’ll stand by to assist with escorting the vessel once Commander Odwurd is aboard. North Star out.”

With the transmission concluded, Treylana turned her attention to her crew. “Lieutenant Mulaho, maintain our position alongside the Rubidoux. We’ll remain on standby until further orders.”

“Aye, Captain,” Mulaho acknowledged, her focus returning to the helm controls.

Treylana then turned to her First Officer. “Commander Selok, inform all departments to stand down from battle stations but remain at readiness. We may need to act swiftly depending on developments.”

Selok nodded in understanding and began relaying the orders to the crew. As the tension on the bridge eased slightly, Treylana allowed herself a moment to reflect on the events that had transpired. It had been a challenging situation, but thanks to the swift actions and cooperation between the North Star and the Rubidoux, a potentially dangerous encounter had been resolved peacefully.

“Download complete Captain.” Racsahw reported promptly.

“Transporter room energise.” Wren ordered though the comm line.

“We have Pimus-Navus Odwurd, bridge.” The disembodied voice of the transporter operator echoed around the bridge.

“Once again, your assistance and support is much appreciated Captain.Hess The Rubidoux will depart for Indigo Station in short order. Morr Out” Vilgi reiterated into the open com line, and after a pause, indicated for the line to be cut. A blank, black screen followed for a moment before being replaced with a view of the other two vessels,  nose on,  waiting,  much as the Roo must have appeared to each of them.

“Mavern, all about one quarter impulse, then up to one half back to the Station. Let’s put an end to this.” Vilgi instructed, still seated, despite the close call of the situation, instilling an air of calm to the bridge, he trusted. 

Up on the bridge Merrova was out of her chair and striding away from the forward operations station towards the auxiliary science station at the back of the bridge, gesturing to a slightly bewildered ensign.

“Leave mission ops, get to science and get a detailed internal scan of sickbay going. Also open all lateral sensors that aren’t assigned to tactical and set a molecular scan going all axis. Whatever’s going on is unique, we need it recorded, for the record and the sake of knowledge.” Eviea instructed, arriving at the station about the same time, choosing to hover like so many of her department heads and first officers in the past had done. It bugged the crap out of her at the time, but in this moment she understood why they chose to be so annoying.

“I’ve got readings I don’t fully understand, sir. Energy dissipating from sickbay, it’s transferring though the structure of the ship, seeking the path of least resistance towards the outer hull.” The officer reported a note of wonder and confusion in his voice as he tracked the readings.

“Pull back on the view, Computer extrapolate exit point.” Merrova instructed as the readout on the console changed in response, a thin blue line pointed from the readings and outward, beyond the ship and into space.

“Wren lower integrity on section 17-Gamma to minimum levels, beef the surrounding section by fifteen percent. Show whatever it is the way out.” Eviea called over her shoulder to a fairly agitated looking officer at the forward station. The why’s would no doubt be the subject of a later conversation.

Sir, I’ve got three contacts that just popped up on long range sensors.” A call from the tactical officer immediately behind her. Pushing off the back of the chair leaving a relieved junior officer to complete his task Merova took a position just off the shoulder of the tactical chief, her gaze fixed on the display icons, three little dots, that the computer was working to identify and prioritize. Her eyes widened as the computer placed the power signatures, her glance across was met with a similar one over the shoulder from the tactical chief. ‘Romulans’ He stated simply.

“Bridge to Captain Morr, were monitoring a molecular surge preceding though the ship. Also we have three contacts on the edge of long range sensors.” Eviea reported simply, pausing before letting out the identity to both her captain and the rest of the bridge crew. “Romulans”

“I’m on my way to the bridge. Suffice to say talks have broken down, rather catastrophically and I think we have a culprit. Can you organize guest quarters for the ambassador? Then set a course for Starbase Twenty-Two.” Vigil’s response came back, it was a measured response to the point, and although she was still getting to know him, Eviea suspected it was fronting a lot of frustration at events.

“Acknowledged, sir.” Her understandable relief over her fathers safe return, was tempered by the likely loss of life. It was a reach but Eviea now assumed ‘A’ Romulan faction was on the rise and had chosen to interfere. “Permission to do something foolhardy, but put the wind up them?” She asked over the comm.

“Depends how foolhardy?” Vilgi responded, his voice carrying across the bridge as he stepped from the turbolift car. Eviea crossed the space in between them, taking the opportunity to have the conversation a little more discreetly.

“I want to buzz them, sir, a warp flyby across their path just out of targeting range.” Eviea responded, a grin creasing her features at the prospect of carrying this out.

“You know this sort of thing could be considered provocation. But under the circumstances I have little objection.” Vilgi responded with a forced smile, blatantly and clearly masking a mailstome of emotions beneath the surface.

“I have the ship. Commander Merrova has the conn.” Vilgi stated clearly into the bridge, gesturing for them both to take their assigned seating in the command area.

She walked back to the command seating. Catching a slight turn and a grin from Lieutenant Commander Wren at the operations station. For all her adherence to rules and protocol the woman did seem to enjoy the execution of unusual maneuvers. Her own console had a mirror of the helm display and tactical display, sent by the officers at these stations.

“Helm ahead half impulse. Come onto heading Three Two Zero mark Three One, once clear of any obstacles. Engage warp two once we’re clear of the station control zone.” Eviea instructed, head down to start with, then head up and clear confident tone, still choosing to respect the zoning. Watching on as the ship moved away from the station, then the accelerating burst, followed by the strung out starfield on the main viewer. Minutes passed by as the Betelgeusian made her final calculations.

“In two minutes, drop to full impulse. Come to One Eight Five mark Zero Two.” Eviea stated finally and confidently, sending her planned route to Vilgi’s station, looking across and receiving a nod of approval.

Up on the viewscreen, the starfield became less elongated and swung across the screen, as the ship slowed and pitched around.

“Helm engage Warp Four. Tactical track the Romulan contacts, if they move closer I want to be the first to know.” Eviea stated next, executing the risky part of the endeavor, and making sure to cover herself, and the ship, and the crew against sudden changes from the Romulan ship captains. The amount of risk was making for a very tense bridge as they traversed the distance Eviea had calculated.

“Passing point two five AU from target range.” Came the report from behind. Eviea’s screen had flashed the moment the point had been reached, but tactical was being diligent as ever, or maybe just making a point about the riskiness of the action.

“Helm maintain course and speed for another five minutes. Then slow to impulse, make your heading for Starbase twenty two at warp five.” Vilgi stated, before standing from his chair. “Join me in my ready room once the correction has been made, Commander. Until then you have the bridge.” Then paced steadily away from the command area, and disappeared into the room, on cue the two ensigns at auxiliary station let out audible sighs of relief.

Eviea sat back in her chair, perhaps this wasn’t the best idea ever, perhaps this had put morale down rather than up, perhaps she needed to think things through a little more. Perhaps the center chair was a little too lonely for her liking at present. She finished this particular train of thought just as the viewscreen showed the Roo accelerating again.

“On course for Starabase, Commander.” Maven stated, actually swiveling his chair round for a moment, then back to his station.

“Good to be on the road again. Wren you have the Conn.” Eviea said confidently, it was her turn to stand and walk off the bridge.