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Pytheas 1x08 - Secrets and Lies

BrotherBenny

Rear Admiral
Rear Admiral
Historian’s Note: This story takes place from mid September 2378 to early October 2378; beginning approximately seven days after the events of Broken Bridges.

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Prologue

Starbase One
Earth orbit
Stardate 55713.2 (September 18, 2378)


Admiral Sitak entered her office and Captain Leza Astar stood up. The admiral raised an eyebrow in what a human would have called surprise.

‘I did not expect to see you until the trial.’

‘That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Admiral. I have read all the charges against and I wanted to plead guilty to all counts with one proviso.’

Sitak said nothing for several moments. ‘Your actions are not entirely logical but I will hear you out. For legal reasons I should record this meeting. Is that acceptable?’

‘Yes ma’am.’

‘Computer, begin recording.’

Recording,’ the computer replied.

‘What is your proviso?’ Sitak asked.

‘I would like to give you and you alone my reasoning for my actions.’

Sitak raised her left eyebrow again. ‘Very well, you may proceed.’

'In regards to the charge of violating General Order 283, I was obviously aware of the threat that the Dominion posed to ourselves and when I learned about the Vorta Imperium I believed that because the political alliances of the Alpha Quadrant in the Mirror Universe were far more sundered than ours, there would be no hope for them if the Imperium attacked in force. They Imperium were looking for the Changelings which they had overthrown in a genocidal war. The Imperium had already destroyed Terok Nor and laid waste to Bajor as a warning to everyone else. The Klingon-Cardassian Alliance was blinded by their hatred for the Terran rebellion and I knew with certainty that unless I forced a temporary alliance, the Mirror Universe would crumble further.'

'Why should the mirror universe be of concern to you?' Sitak asked.

'If the Vorta subjugated the Alliance and the rebellion, they would have learned of our universe and the fact that we defeated the Dominion and I believed it possible they would look to destroy the Founders in our universe as well. None of us are equipped for another such war, and this time it would have been far more costly.'

Sitak appeared to consider her argument. ‘That is an interesting hypothesis. Did you run any computer simulations to confirm this?’

‘There was no time, Admiral. As a Starfleet Captain operating on the frontier, it is not always possible to adhere to the strict regulations laid down by our forebears although of course we always try our best. I did what I did to save billions of lives in two universes, perhaps more. You have the luxury of performing computer simulations now, and I willing to sit in a prison cell while you do that. I believe I will be proven correct in my hypothesis.’

‘After our meeting I will be speaking with Admirals Coburn and Janeway regarding these matters and we will follow where the evidence takes us as laid down in the Uniform Code of Starfleet Justice. Since we are going through the charges, let us move on to the charge of accessory to genocide.’

‘Doctor Maxx determined that the disease was not curable. He believed that the Cha’lav deliberately created the virus in order to destabilize the Kursican sector, making it ripe for takeover. Doctor Maxx believed that if he were to beam down to the surface he would be able to find a cure. Based on the evidence he presented to me, I did not agree with his assessment.’

‘You do not hold a medical degree and neither do you have medical training, Captain. On what evidence did you base your decision?’

‘Several other species had been infected with a species-specific mutation of the infectious virus and some of them had survived because of Doctor Maxx’s actions. However, a number of them did not survive because Maxx did not have similar enough DNA on file to create an antivirus. There were no caninoid or lupine species in the Federation DNA database from which to construct a cure.’

‘The Alshain are a caninoid species, Captain, and we do have their DNA sequence in the database.’

‘I presume you have looked at the evidence, Admiral?’ Astar asked. ‘Maxx tested the Alshain DNA and found it completely incompatible with that of the Resoto.’

‘I see.’

‘I had no way of knowing whether the disease had mutated or whether it would become contagious to the crew once it was airborne. Although millions of people died, it was necessary to save my crew and the rest of the galaxy.'

‘I am not one hundred percent sure of your reasoning on this matter, Captain, but I will investigate the evidence. Finally, there is the matter of the prime directive violation regarding the Eeroth.’

Astar sighed. This was going to be the hardest part of the entire conversation. ‘I have no excuses or reasons for my actions on the Eeroth mission. Although I was under the influence of a very unusual poison, there is no excuse for my actions and how I represented Starfleet and the Federation.’

Admiral Sitak had been standing for the entirety of their conversation but now she moved to her desk and picked up a padd. After reading through some of its contents, she looked up at Astar. I have here testimony from Captain Logan and the interim head of the Eeroth government. They have accepted Captain Logan’s report on your behaviour and admit that the terrorists in command of their government and armed forces did not represent their legitimate government. It is therefore my decision to drop the charge of prime directive violation.’

‘Thank you, Admiral.’

‘Do not thank me yet, Captain. I believe that some of your actions not represented here do show that your command decisions are lacking. Admiral Janeway erred in offering you command of the Pytheas. You are hereby demoted to the rank of Commander.’

‘To whom do I report?’ Astar asked, accepting her punishment.

‘Because of the nature of the Pytheas’ mission into the Delta Quadrant, I have decided that you should be assigned to the Pytheas as the executive officer unless your commanding officer deems you unfit for duty.’

‘Yes ma’am.’

Sitak handed her another padd. ‘I do have a special mission for you, but you will need your commanding officer’s approval.’

Astar accepted the padd and glanced at the contents. She raised an eyebrow herself when she saw the mission, more at the people involved than the specifics, but it was surprising nonetheless.

‘Is this the first move in eliminating the threat they pose permanently?’

‘We believe they have a significant number of operatives within Taskforce Vanguard and it is our hope that you will rendezvous with the fleet at some stage and be in a position to remove each and every one of them. We will interrogate them and use what they give us to capture and interrogate more. It is a logical course of action.’

‘I agree, Admiral, but it is an extensive undertaking. Who will be involved?’

‘For now, just you and your commanding officer although both of you have independent authority to bring others in as needed, provided you can trust them without a single doubt.’

‘We’ll bring them to justice,’ Astar said, promising and hoping she could deliver.
 
You know...I don't usually like "recaps" of this nature, but the context in a disciplinary hearing really makes it work.

Busting your captain down to commander...a very, very gutsy move since we rarely saw consequences like that in Trek (and honestly, admiral down to captain isn't a real punishment, is it? ;) ). She took it quite well, though--especially since she will have to be on her own ship, without being its commander anymore. I think that shows character, and means that there's something to build on for whatever she has to do to regain her status.

I do see some hypocrisy, though, in Admiral Janeway being involved in any kind of action against her. God knows she has a bad track record...

I wonder who her commanding officer will be...
 
Got to say, Astar is getting off lightly here considering the charges against her. Even though being re-assigned to your own ship again but this time as the first officer is a slap in the face in itself. It feels almost spiteful.

Also, how come Sitak can demote her before there is even a trial? Seems to me she's jumping the gun a bit.
 
Chapter One

USS Pytheas
Utopia Planitia
Stardate 55713.7 (September 18, 2378)


Lieutenant Commander Xeris had not been called to testify against Captain Astar and had therefore been elected to oversee the extensive refit required to make the Pytheas spaceworthy again, since no first officer had yet been assigned. He had recently learned that the trial had been cancelled because Captain Astar had had a private conversation with Admiral Sitak. No one of course would learn the contents of the conversation, but the result was surprising. Astar had been demoted and the new XO had instantly become the captain, before he or she had even set foot on the ship.

'By the Great Trough, what have you done to the bridge?'

He turned at the sound of the voice, as did every other engineer on the bridge, and stood up as the rotund Tellarite in civilian clothing approached. 'I'm the chief engineer of this vessel, and currently in command. Can I help you?'

'Yes, yes, I saw your jacket. I'm talking to the young Sty-born maggots infesting the bridge.'

Xeris raised an eyebrow as he caught the Tellarite's meaning.

'We're under orders,' the starbase engineer in charge of the repairs said to the new arrival.

'Who are you exactly?' Xeris asked again before the Tellarite could bluster the young lieutenant into a shouting match.

'Captain Mora glim Cheer, your new commanding officer.'

Xeris choked back a laugh and imagined the look on Astar's face when she found out, and came face to face with the man. 'I look forward to working with you, sir.'

Cheer nodded and then looked around the bridge. 'There is much that is different. Who ordered the changes?'

'That would be Starfleet Command,' the Romulan answered, 'because of our new mission into the Delta Quadrant.'

'What are the changes?'

Xeris scowled. 'Read the specs, sir. I'm busy trying to get everything operational.'

Cheer stepped into Xeris' personal space. 'You have time. Commander Astar is involved in delicate negotiations at the moment and is not due back on board until the repairs are complete.’

Tamping down his ire at the Tellarite's blunt assessment, Xeris nodded. 'Aye sir. As you can see, the rear of the bridge remains as it was but there is now a third chair on the command dais for the diplomatic officer, when he or she is assigned. The flight control console has been moved fifty centimetres further back to accommodate the new transparent aluminium viewscreen. Behind the viewscreen is extra shielding to prevent another helmsman from being blown out into space by decompression if the bridge is hit,' he added, remembering the report of Ensign Larson's death.

'Anything else?'

'Yes sir, all seats on the bridge now come with restraints. The entire bridge module was replaced and the additions have been put in since then.'

'Excellent,' Cheer replied. 'I will be touring the ship. You have the bridge.'

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief once the turbolift doors closed. 'Back to work, I want to make sure the bridge is fully operational by the time he returns.'

The turbolift doors opened and Lieutenant Commander Sheena Gonzales stepped out onto the bridge. She glanced around the module at the numerous changes for a moment before Xeris strode up to her.

'Sheena, we have a Tellarite as our captain.'

'I know, I just got his security profile a moment ago. I was wondering if I could have a word with you about him.'

'Sure,' he put the tools down and turned to the lieutenant. 'You have the bridge.'

'Aye sir,' the young engineer replied with a grin.

Once in the ready room, the Betazoid dropped all pretence of decorum and kissed her lover passionately. Xeris returned the passion and they were locked in the embrace for a seeming eternity.

'Did you really want to speak about our new commanding officer?' Xeris asked when she finally released him from the embrace.

'Yes, actually,' Gonzales replied. 'I understand he's a fairly gruff person?'

'Let's say that I look forward to the confrontations between him and Astar.'

Gonzales sighed. 'How are the repairs coming?'

'The warp coils are being completely replaced and the hull plating is being checked over section by section. Internally, we're sealing the hull breaches and upgrading the remaining isolinear chips to bioneural circuitry. The bridge module was successfully replaced and the required changes have been made to accommodate our mission into the Delta Quadrant. The library database is being purged and reinstalled and we're getting a full software upgrade.'

'Are we still on course for our departure date?'

'We are, provided that all personnel have been assigned.'

'You're speaking of the new diplomatic officer?'

Xeris nodded. 'There's been no word despite my repeated attempts to contact Starfleet Operations. I need to know who is being assigned so I can have my people make any necessary adjustments to their quarters.'

'I've got good news and bad news on that front.'

Xeris sighed. 'Let me have the good news first, I could so with some.'

'You don't need to make any modifications to her quarters.'

'Her? Someone has been assigned?'

'This is the bad news. Her name is Zaera, she's...'

'Romulan, yes I know.'

Gonzales arched an eyebrow. 'You know her?'

'When I was still in the Empire, she was a colleague of mine,' the Romulan replied. 'We both worked for the Romulan Ambassador to the Federation. I was the engineer of his personal shuttle and she was his attaché.'

'She resigned her position a few years ago and became a senator’s aide where she remained for several years until her defection to the Federation. Officially, she is a civilian diplomat assigned to the ship. Do you have any idea why?’

‘None. Why do you ask?’

‘She specifically requested this assignment.'

'Why?'

'That’s what I want you to find out,' Gonzales answered. ‘She is hiding something and I want to know what it is. We don’t need any more additions to the crew with hidden agendas.’

'You read her thoughts?'

'Only her surface emotions as I do with everyone when I'm interviewing them. Every time she spoke of you, which was far too frequently, her emotions spiked but I couldn’t pick up any more than that. She is an expert at hiding her feelings, almost like a Vulcan.'

'Wonderful, just wonderful,' Xeris sighed and touched Gonzales’ cheek lightly. 'I can assure you that I have no idea why she is here.'

It wasn’t strictly true. He had an inkling as to why she was here, but there was no way he was going to reveal that information.
 
From a cultural standpoint, I will be very interested to see what the Tellarite command style is, and how well they accommodate other cultures. In a lot of ways, the challenges aren't that dissimilar from dealing with a Vulcan (different expectations of how a person would react to blunt words), except it's not possible to say that the Tellarite isn't feeling any emotions about it. Now, we know Tellarites are a founding member of the Federation, so I'm sure there is some kind of cultural understanding, and one would HOPE (though Vulcans like Solok and Sitak make it very clear that this isn't always the case) that achieving the rank of captain would come with some ability to understand other species.

And now we have a Romulan mystery. Xeris has proven himself time and again, but Zaera...hmmm...
 
Good start and I agree a very gutsy move to change up COs. I know that Cheer's going to have a very different command style so that should open the door to some interpersonal conflict. I'm looking forward to seeing how Astar is really handling this demotion. This Zaera mystery has also been set up nicely.
 
Chapter Two

Starbase One
Earth orbit
Stardate 55713.8 (September 18, 2378)


Commander Astar left Admiral Sitak’s office empty handed. The admiral could not risk the padd getting into the wrong hands and it had been wiped of its contents once Astar had read them. In regards to that assignment, she was on her own. Prior to her meeting with the admiral she had seen one of the family members of her deceased crew and now she sought him out to put an end to the feelings she had coursing through her. She saw Jamal Mahtani's father sitting at a table outside a café and felt herself choke up. The man blamed her for his son's death, even though she had been in stasis at the time and close to death herself. Seated beside him was a Trill man that she didn't recognise but she noticed that he wore the uniform of the Trill Symbiosis Commission. He was likely there to make his own determination on her fitness to continue being joined. There was always the possibility that the symbiont would be forcibly removed if he decided that she had broken the inviolate rules of the Commission.

The Trill saw her and began to rise, a frown set on his face, but she covered the intervening distance faster than he expected and he sat back down again. ‘I am not here to speak with you at this time, Commander.’

‘I would like to speak with you, however,’ Astar countered, ‘but I would also like to speak with Mister Mahtani.’

‘Commander, I do not know if that is such a good idea,’ Mahtani replied sadly. ‘I’m not sure it would be right.’

‘Perhaps not, but will you hear me out?’

Mahtani nodded and the Trill scowled. ‘I’ll be in my quarters, Commander. I should be ready to see you in about two hours.’

‘That will be fine,’ she said and took the Trill’s place beside Mahtani.

‘What do you want to say to me, Commander?’

‘I wanted to apologize for your son’s death. I know you blame me, but what you may not know is that I was in stasis at the time and close to death because I had been poisoned by my executive officer. He is the one who killed your son.’

‘Has he been incarcerated?’ Mahtani asked, his face almost completely devoid of emotion.

‘Unfortunately, we learned that he was an impostor. We returned him to where he came from, and it was one of the reasons why I was being court-martialed.’

‘I see.’

‘I don’t expect you to forgive me, and I am not asking for it. I’m not sure what I would do in your position, but I only ask that you realize your son died trying to protect the crew from a homicidal individual and without him we would all be dead. He died a hero.’

Mahtani was silent and Astar took the opportunity to pull a small box from her pocket. She slid it along the table and Mahtani took it. He opened it and looked inside, then looked at her uncomprehendingly.

‘It is a medal for conspicuous valour. My actions may have been questioned but your son’s were not. I am only sorry I could not have a ceremony for your son.’

‘Commander, my wife and I will hold a traditional mourning ceremony and we will present this to the family at that point. Thank you for coming and explaining the situation to me. I hope you won’t get in trouble for doing so.’

Astar shook her head. ‘I avoided the classified specifics.’

Mahtani clasped her hand. ‘Thank you, Commander.’

Astar only nodded because she was too choked up to respond. After a moment, Mahtani released her hand and she calmed herself down. I am sorry to leave now, but I must meet with the Trill you were speaking with earlier.’

‘That is not for another hour or so.’

‘I want to keep him off guard. He’s here for a reason other than what he told you, of that I’m sure. I intend to find out what it is. And I have several more families to speak with.’

Mahtani smiled wanly. ‘I hope they go well, Commander.’

‘Thank you.’

* * *​

Kelon Mal sighed when the chime sounded. ‘Enter.’

Astar walked through the door and paused when she saw the disarray in the quarters. ‘What’s going on in here?’

‘I am in the process of packing, Commander, not that it is any of your concern.’

‘Why were you here, anyway?’

‘I was going to observe your trial and decide whether your symbiont should be removed or not based on your actions.’

‘And now?’

‘I have received a full report from Doctor Maxx and I am satisfied that there is no harm to the symbiont by keeping you joined, for now.’

‘For now?’

‘Yes, I expect a full report from whomever your chief medical officer is every six months to make sure that it stays that way. If there is a wide enough deviation from the norm I will have you recalled to Trill for symbiont removal.’

‘What if the symbiont doesn’t want to be removed?’

‘The Guardians will determine that. In the meantime, please return to your duties and leave me to pack.’

‘Why else were you here, Kelon?’

‘Did you check up on me?’

‘Of course, I always make it a point to know who I’m dealing with. You haven’t answered my question, why else are you here?’

‘You are not the only Trill in Starfleet, Leza. I routinely check on the Trill away from the homeworld to see if they are faring well, as do my colleagues, though we are not usually so obvious about it. This was a special instance.’

‘You’re not with the Symbiosis Commission are you?’

Mal smiled. ‘No, I’m not. The Watchers exist for a different purpose.’

‘I see. I suppose it is a secret purpose?’

‘Exactly.’

‘Then why are you revealing it to me?’

‘I was asked to,’ he replied and handed her an isolinear chip. ‘This contains everything you need to know about the Watchers, and what to look out for.’

‘Let me guess, we never had this conversation and you were never here?’

Mal nodded. ‘Goodbye, Leza.’

He smiled as she sighed and left his quarters for her next stop, wherever that would be. His reason for being on Starbase One was now over and it was time to go home for a well-deserved break. At least until the next problem presented itself.
 
If the symbiont were forcibly removed, that would be a death sentence for Leza, wouldn't it?

I wonder if these Watchers are the ones who keep an eye out for unstable pairs like Joran Dax? Or if they're some kind of Trill equivalent of Section 31...
 
The pieces on this chessboard are moving. It'll be interesting to see who gets placed in check.
 
I like the idea that the Trill keep an eye on those who have been joined and even try to help them if they are in trouble. I wonder what else these Watchers do.

But boy, if the Trill un-join all those who do wrong, Eagle's Tazla Star may be in serious trouble.
 
Two chapters today, since I forgot to post yesterday.

Thanks for the comments all, and I'm glad you're enjoying this tale.

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Chapter Three

USS Pytheas
Utopia Planitia
Stardate 55721.5 (September 21, 2378)


Captain Mora glim Cheer fingered the fourth pip on his collar as he entered the bridge from the open door to his ready room and immediately removed his hand, placing it at his side. The bridge had been in darkness since late the night before when the repair structure suffered a major power loss due to unknown circumstances. Whatever it was had crippled the Pytheas as well. The entire ship was dark and all on-board personnel had been relocated to Starbase One until the situation was resolved. Starfleet Security were all over the place and scouring every square millimetre of the starship and structure for evidence of tampering while the engineers were busy trying to fix the problem.

As his eyesight adjusted to the lesser light of the bridge he noticed a solitary figure standing by the command chair. 'Commander?'

She started at his voice and turned around to face him. 'I didn't know you were there...sir. I just needed some quiet time.'

'It's all right, Commander. I understand. I was going to get something to eat on Earth. Would you care to join me?'

'Thank you for the offer, but no. I have to go and see someone.'

'Not a problem,' he replied knowingly and entered the open door of the turbolift, fully prepared to climb down to the shuttlebay. He needed the exercise but he knew that he was fighting an uphill battle against the ravages of time and genetics. Though he had been able to hide his condition from some of the chief medical officers from other postings, there was coming a time when he would not be able to do any longer and he decided to stop hiding from it and changed his mind about climbing down the turboshaft. He held on and tapped his combadge.

'Captain Cheer to Starbase One.'

'Starbase One, go ahead, Captain.'

'One to transport to Starbase infirmary.'

'Is it urgent, Captain?'

'Negative, but the Pytheas has no internal or external power.'

'Acknowledged, standby.'

He had only to wait a moment before he was transported across to the Starbase infirmary. Doctor Maxx was waiting for him alongside another doctor. 'What seems to be the problem, Captain?'

Cheer looked to the Andorian doctor, back to Maxx, and sighed, though it came out as more of a snort. 'I am suffering from what you have called Tellarite Foot and Mouth Disease, but it is an aggressive strain.'

'What do you call it?' Maxx asked as the other doctor went to a computer terminal.

'Something unpronounceable in Federation Standard,' he replied.

'You should be taking regular medication,' the Andorian doctor said. 'Are you?'

'No, I have been managing the condition using herbal remedies from home, but they no longer suffice, Doctor...?'

'zh’Thera,' she replied and handed the Tellarite an ampoule. 'The computer will be able to replicate this for you.'

'Zh’Thera was a nurse on the Christchurch when Astar was a Lieutenant Commander,' Maxx said, excited to know someone else who worked with his aunt.

'Lieutenant Commander Astar was a strong-willed woman,' zh’Thera told them.

'She still was as a Captain, until she threw away her career,' Maxx countered.

'I told you she has a plan, Arlon. She always has a plan.'

'At this point I don't see it, Doc. I don't get why she plead guilty to something she could have got away with.'

'Guilty conscience?' Cheer asked. 'She made a number of questionable decisions.'

'She was under the influence of a powerful poison and nearly died. I would say she did remarkably well.'

'Perhaps,' the Tellarite said but decided not to press the issue.

'Starfleet security to Captain Cheer,' a voice issued from his combadge.

'Captain Cheer here, go ahead.'

'Until further notice, the USS Pytheas and its repair structure are off limits. Under no circumstances are your people to return to the vessel until the area is secured by us and you are notified. Is that understood?'

'I understand,' Cheer answered. 'Could you tell me at least what has happened?'

'Unfortunately it seems that there was an attempt to destroy the vessel and structure but whoever set the device didn't do a good job of it. We're analysing it now.'

'Understood, Cheer out,' the Tellarite said sourly and turned to Maxx. 'Doctor, could you please assemble the senior staff for a meeting in one hour. I wish to discuss shore leave for them.'

'Aye sir,' Maxx replied and hurried out the door.

As Cheer left sickbay himself he was nonplussed by the near-destruction of what had so recently become his vessel. Considering that the ship had been commissioned just six months earlier, the crew under Astar's command had upset a rather large hornet's nest and it behoved him to suggest the possibility of Cha'lav involvement to Starfleet Security, but he had to receive the permission from Project Cobalt first.

He tapped his combadge. 'Computer, locate Admiral Ranar.'

'Please speak with Admiral Sitak regarding the location of Admiral Ranar,' the computer replied.

'Interesting. Computer, please locate Admiral Sitak.'

'Admiral Sitak is in Starbase Operations.'

'Captain Cheer to Admiral Sitak.'

'Admiral Sitak here.'

'Admiral, I would like to discuss the location of a mutual colleague.'

There was silence on the other end of the open line for a brief second. 'Please meet me in Starbase Operations as soon as possible, Captain.'

'Acknowledged, Admiral. I will be there shortly.'

Cheer reached the Starbase Operations centre less than five minutes later and found Admiral Sitak in conversation with a captain and two commanders. As soon as she saw him she excused herself from the others and walked over to him.

'Admiral?'

'Admiral Ranar was found dead yesterday morning. There is no apparent cause of death at present.'

'It may be linked to the attempted destruction of the Pytheas yesterday,' he told her and at her raised eyebrow informed her of the incident. 'I believe Starfleet Security should be investigating both incidents concurrently.'

'Considering the secret nature of the project, I believe your senior officers should investigate the incidents. Project Cobalt is now under my aegis, Captain, and as such all reports regarding the Pytheas, her mission, and the current incidents should be directed at me.'

'Aye sir,' Cheer replied noncommittally.
 
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Chapter Four

House of Emmanuelle Walker
Paris, France
Stardate 55721.7 (September 21, 2378)


Commander Leza Astar materialised outside the house of her former commanding officer and sighed as she walked up to the front door. She was wearing civilian clothing as she wasn't sure whether she wanted the woman who had once been her best friend to know she had been demoted. By the time she reached it a moment later the door was open and Emmanuelle Walker stood in the entrance, a scowl on her face. Astar stood in front of her former commanding officer's wife and took a deep breath.
'What are you doing here?' she asked. ‘I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again?’

‘I came to tell you the truth about what happened at Merias III, the Scarab Nebula, and the Delta Quadrant and VechaQ IX.'

Walker's eyes widened. 'Why now?'

'Because I have realised that the truth should always come out, no matter what the cost.'

She stepped aside to let Astar inside. 'All right, but what if I don't like what I hear?'

'You won't like what I have to say, I guarantee it. But you should know the truth, the truth that Starfleet Command wouldn't tell you. The truth about what really happened aboard the Monarch, and the Galaxy.'

Walker nodded and the two women walked into the living room. 'So tell me what happened.'

Astar sighed. 'Sofia Petrov was an agent of an illegal agency within Starfleet called Section 31, and even telling you this could get me careered out of Starfleet, not just demoted.'

'Demoted?'

'Long story. Anyway, Petrov used Ben to get his cooperation so she could complete her mission in the Scarab Nebula, stopping an ancient probe from falling into enemy hands, and she did that by seducing him. I know he told you about the affair but I thought you should know the truth behind it.'

'We got through that, why bring it up now?'

'Some months later, the Galaxy was one of several ships dispatched to the Delta Quadrant to sort out the refugee ships which were coming into Federation and allied space. We were caught in a wormhole and the ship barely held together, but in a battle with some of the refugees and the Klingons we lost eighty percent of the crew, including Ben.'

'I thought you were torn apart in a black hole with a Klingon ship?'

'That was the official story because the mission was classified beyond top secret. It still is, but I don't care anymore. My latest mission is also classified but I was demoted to Commander because of some questionable decisions I made in ass end of the quadrant. I'm lucky to still be on the same ship as XO.'

Emmanuelle Walker stood up and walked to the drinks cabinet. She opened the door and pulled out what Astar thought was a bottle, but when she turned round she was holding a Starfleet-issue hand phaser.

'What is that for? Where did you get it?'

Walker smiled. 'I got it from Sofia when she came to talk to me before her mission for Section 31. I knew everything about the mission, but thank you for telling me about Task Force Vanguard, I wondered where so many of my operatives were and why they were out of contact.'

'What do you mean, your operatives?'

'Since you're not going to live long, we lost contact with the task force some time ago. Captain Cheer will probably be receiving that information from Admiral Sitak any time now. Unfortunately, the good Captain will have to find another executive officer.'

Astar stood up. 'I prefer to die on my feet.'

Walker pointed the phaser at her. 'Good, I really didn't want to have to clean up the mess.'

'Wait!' Astar held up her hand. 'How can I convince you not to kill me?'

'You can't,' Walker sneered. 'You know too much about the organisation.'

Astar thought frantically. 'Do you have any operatives aboard the Pytheas?'

'No, I wasn't able to get anyone on board before the ship left for the Kursican sector.'

'What if I agreed to work for you?'

'What can you offer the organisation?'

'Four lifetimes of experience in the unknown, and I suspect that our new orders will be to track down the Andorian woman from the future and then find the task force.'

'And you will accept the task of retrieving my operatives, regardless of the risk to your life and career?'

Astar nodded. 'I do.'

Walker put down the phaser. 'You're the only operative I have on that ship. Can I really trust you to do what is best for the Federation?'

'That's what a Starfleet officer does.'

Walker shook her head. 'No, I mean what is best for the Federation. The Federation must remain strong and united and the refugees bring with them a lot of emotional baggage and different ideas. Some of those ideas could be dangerous for some planets in the Federation. You have to stop them.'

Astar took three steps forward, so she was in Walker's face. 'No, we have to integrate them into our society or let them be themselves. If we act any differently then we're no better than the Klingons or the Romulans.'

'We have people taking care of them.'

Astar sighed. 'I'll do what I can, but which is more important, saving your operatives or stopping the horde of arriving refugee ships?'

'Starfleet is spread too thin with the refugee crisis in the Hinterlands of the Beta-Delta Quadrant border, and the Cha'lav are going to come in force unless you stop that Andorian traitor. That is your top priority. Then rescue my operatives and stop the refugees from bringing dangerous ideas back with them.'

'In that order?'

'Yes, in that order.'

Astar nodded and extended her hand. 'Then we have a deal?'

Walker cautiously shook Astar's hand. 'We have a deal. You'd better leave before Cheer comes looking for you.'

‘He’s busy investigating the attempted destruction of the Pytheas. He doesn’t have time to chase after a wayward executive officer.’

Walker smiled thinly. ‘Lieutenant Commander Xeris will solve the current crisis for you. It will be your job to cover up his actions.’

‘Does he know something about who is doing it?’

‘He knows everything about who, and why, but it would be best for everyone if no one knew more than that.’

Astar nodded and left the house. She beamed back to the starbase where she was met in the transporter room by someone else she knew.

Captain Cheer looked at her, expecting a report. 'Well?'

'She is Section 31, one of their cell leaders. She has Taskforce Vanguard riddled with operatives and the only way I could get out of there was to agree to get them back for her.'

'I expect a full report.'

'I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot make a report as it will surely make its way back to her. For all intents and purposes, I am now an operative of Section 31.'

Cheer snorted. 'As you wish, Commander; I will inform Admiral Sitak.'

'Walker knows about Project Cobalt and Task Force Vanguard intimately. There is a mole somewhere.'

'I suspected as much, but when we meet up with Vanguard, what will you do?'

'Arrest them all,' she said.
 
Ooooh, that's a dangerous game Astar's playing--at least with authorization this time, it appears. I find myself wondering if someone on the Pytheas IS an agent. If this were the Obsidian Order I would expect them to be playing such a game; Section 31 is for all intents and purposes the same, just more shadowy and behind the scenes.

As for Cheer...I'm starting to think he might not be such a bad captain after all.
 
I did it again...forgot to post yesterday.

Oh well, guess you guys get a bonus double post today.

Enjoy

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Chapter Five

Gonzales Homestead
Perth, Australia
Stardate 55721.9 (September 21, 2378)


Sheena Gonzales and Xeris emerged from the shuttlepod, an early model in service for over two hundred years, and waited for it to power down. It was the Gonzales' family personal shuttle, and Sheena hadn't used it since she was a child. All of the old shuttlepods from Earth Starfleet had been sold to museums or to private owners and the Gonzales family had owned it since the end of the Earth-Romulan war, but there was no record of which ship it had come from. She and her parents had a disagreement when she told them she wanted to join Starfleet and she had left the family house shortly after that. This was the first time in more than fifteen years that she would be seeing her parents. They had graciously allowed her the use of the shuttle and sent a pilot to fly it for them, not that it was needed; she was an excellent pilot in her own right.

'Sheena,' her mother said from the doorway and ran into her arms, crying. 'I'm so sorry.'

'Mama?' Sheena pulled away from her mother. 'What's wrong?'

'Your father didn't want me to tell you when others were around,' her mother replied and then noticed Xeris. 'Who is this?'

'Mama, this is my boyfriend.'

'He is Vulcan?'

Xeris stepped forward, 'I am Romulan.'

Maressa Gonzales looked at her daughter. 'What are you doing, child?'

'I love him, Mama, and I know you will too. Now tell me what is wrong.'

'He is dying.'

Sheena stepped back, a scowl marring her face. 'I will not give him closure unless he truly wants to apologize.'

Maressa sighed. 'He has wanted to many times, but his pride has stopped him. Now he has nothing left but regret. For the last several months he has been contacting as many people as he can find to apologise and ask for forgiveness.'

'I'm the last one?'

'He has only a few days left, perhaps not even that long.'

Xeris put his hand on Sheena's shoulder. 'Perhaps you should hear him out. You may not get another chance.'

Maressa smiled, her black eyes glistening.

'Mama, don't read him.'

'His shields are too strong, Daughter. You have taught him well.'

The air was suddenly charged with an intense heat and the shockwave knocked them to the ground. It took several seconds for the heated air to pass by them. Xeris helped Maressa Gonzales to her feet while Sheena turned to look behind her. The shuttlepod was aflame, and the burned body of the pilot lay close to it.

'That was meant for us,' she said breathlessly to Xeris.

'Someone does not want us to live long enough to complete our mission,' the Romulan replied sourly. 'I think it is time that I spoke with a few friends of mine.'

Gonzales nodded, understanding the unspoken implications of those impending conversations with people unknown to her. 'I will speak with my father, and then I will see you back at Planitia.'

'Are you both all right?' Maressa asked, brushing herself down as she stood up.

Xeris grinned as he saw that she looked completely unharmed. Her psychic abilities were clearly far greater than she let on. 'I am fine.'

Sheena was already on her feet and looking angrily at the shuttlepod. 'Xeris, find the person responsible and make sure they receive their due.'

He nodded but said nothing at Maressa's glare. 'Revenge is not our way.'

'This is not revenge, Mama. This is justice. We'll speak more inside and you can tell me what is going on with Father. Then I will go over the shuttlepod with a tricorder and find out where the explosive came from.'

‘Are you sure that is wise, Sheena. What if there is a second device?’

‘The explosion would have fried or vaporised it. We’re safe from that aspect, but I don’t like being blown up. It is not a pleasant sensation.’ She shook her head to clear the pilot’s scream of agony as he died.

‘Xeris to Perth Spaceport, one to beam in.’

As the Romulan vanished in a pillar of light, the Gonzales women entered the house unaware that someone was watching them from the shadows at the edge of the property.

Sheena walked into her father’s room and saw how drawn and pallid he really was. She reached out with her mind and barely felt anything. ‘Father.’

‘Sheena? You are alone?’

‘It is just me, Father. Mother is outside.’

‘What was the bang?’

‘The shuttlepod exploded,’ she told him. ‘Someone is trying to kill me and my friends.’

‘Starfleet is dangerous. I warned you not to join them.’

‘Father, I am not here to argue with you.’

The Hispanic man reached out for her arm and grasped it. ‘I was wrong for abandoning you when you joined Starfleet. I never told you why I disliked them, did I?’

‘No. When did you have dealings with Starfleet?’

‘A long time ago,’ her father replied. ‘I allowed my rage to blind me to the fact that not all Starfleet officers are the same.’

Sheena smiled. ‘That is true of everyone, Father.’

‘Yes, it is. Your mother has read all your letters to me,’ he told her. ‘I have come to realize that you do a good job out there, keeping us all safe, and I want to thank you for it.’

‘It’s my job, Father. I need no thanks.’

‘Allow an old man his dying wish.’

Sheena squeezed his hand but he did not return the gesture. He was too weak. ‘Find a Starfleet officer called Terrence Glover and tell him I forgive him.’

‘I will, I promise. I love you, Father,’ Sheena said with a tear in her eye.

She sat there and held his hand for a long time, aware that he had already passed from this world into the next. She promised herself she would find Terrence Glover and learn what had happened between him and her father. It was the least she could do.
 
Chapter Six

Starbase One
Utopia Planitia
Stardate 55722.0 (September 21, 2378)


Lieutenant Commander Xeris decided that Zaera would know who was trying to destroy the Pytheas and kill him and went to see her while Gonzales was saying goodbye to her father. Xeris knew that her genetic profile indicated that she came from a noble bloodline, descended from Shariel himself, and she was persona non grata on Romulus because of her defection which curiously occurred when the senator she worked for was killed in a shuttle accident. Only he, of all the people in the galaxy, knew the truth about Zaera, and she was someone he had hoped never to see or hear from again. It was dangerous for them to be anywhere near each other, as was clearly obvious.

'Xeris, it is good to see you after all these years,' she said as he entered her temporary quarters aboard the starbase.

'That's a lie and you know it,' he countered as he checked the room for bugs with a device far more sensitive than a Starfleet-issue tricorder. 'We're clear.'

'Why did you want to speak with me in private?'

'I have been hearing things about Aehallh Terrh I don't like, Zaera. You assured me that the organisation would flourish in my absence. That does not appear to have been the case.'

Zaera smiled thinly. 'You're no longer the Director, Xeris, I am.'

'I am still the most senior operative of the organisation that still lives, and that makes me the boss.'

'When the Dominion took out the Tal Shiar, we weren't able to get enough people inside what was left of it because of the more stringent security measures they employed. I had to do something to keep apprised of the intelligence coming in.'

'So you have the Hall of State bugged?'

'Among other places.'

Xeris nodded. 'Who knows about us?'

'Us or the organization?' Zaera asked with a smirk.

'The organization,' Xeris replied sourly.

'Why are you on a pathetic starship instead of inside the Palais de la Concorde?'

'I have people inside the Palais, and I have a network of people in place across the fleet. Who do you think has been providing the intelligence to the organization?'

Zaera frowned as the truth dawn on her. 'You never left.'

Xeris clapped his hands. 'Well done, Zaera. I see your years of tutelage under my wing has paid off.'

'I needed to find my own way to get intelligence.'

'I found the perfect way to infiltrate Starfleet.'

'How did you get past the background check.'

'I wrote my own background dossier and had it planted by my network in Starfleet Intelligence's files. No one suspects anything and they never have.'

'They will now, with us both serving on the same ship.'

'How? They don't even know about the organisation.'

Zaera sighed. 'I had to get out of my senatorial aide’s role so I could bring you this information,' she said as she passed him a Cardassian data rod.

'What information?' he asked as he took it and inserted it into the Romulan scanning device.

'Read it.'

Xeris did so and glanced up at the former aide. 'These can be faked.'

'This one wasn't. Someone knows that you head the organisation and they tried to kill you to take control.'

'So they don't know about you?'

'I was probably next on the list.'

'Unless you tried to kill me,' Xeris said.

'I wouldn't even dare for the simple fact that if by some miracle I did fail, it would be one of the last things I ever did.'

The engineer grimaced. 'It looks like I will have to get Starfleet Security to let me peruse the device that didn't explode again. I thought I recognised the signature.’

‘Whose?’

‘Someone who once worked for us and appeared to be dead. It would seem that his death was faked, but he is still as sloppy as he has ever been. I’ll find him.’

'Do you think he was he acting alone?'

Xeris sighed. 'I don't know, but I will find out if there is another attempt on my life. I doubt he’ll try again. Not so soon at any rate. He’s failed twice already.'

'Good plan. Do you want me to request a transfer?'

'No, that would look too suspicious, but we must every effort to appear to dislike each other. My relationship with Gonzales is a difficult one.'

'As difficult as your relationships with other women were?'

'Exactly like them. The people of the Federation still dislike Romulans which is understandable considering that we were the first ones to try and annihilate them as a species. I was able to convince them that we're not all devious killers.'

Zaera raised an eyebrow. 'Right. We’re actually the second group to try and eliminate the human scourge. The Xindi were the first.'

‘Very true. In any case, I need to get back to work if this vessel is going to be ready to fly any time soon.'

'Let me know if you need anything. I know your weapons were atomised by the transporter.'

'How do you know that?'

'I have my sources, Xeris.'

'I'll let you know if I need a weapon...or anything else.'

Zaera nodded. 'Thank you for coming to see me.'

'You're welcome,' Xeris said as he left the quarters and turned back to face her from the threshold. 'Just to remind you, we'll interact as duties distract, but other than that we hate each other.'

Xeris left the diplomatic officer's temporary quarters and returned to engineering, but he didn't acknowledge having noticed Gonzales watching him from the corner of a nearby corridor. He knew she would bring it up the next time they were alone together and he needed the time in between to conjure up a plausible reason for her being here, since warning him wouldn't cut it, not without her knowing about Aehallh Terrh.
 
Geez, I can't keep my days straight. Guess you guys get another two chapters. In other news, my parents are currently snowed in at London Heathrow and might not make their flight on Monday. I think it's stupid how the UK comes to a complete standstill when it snows.

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Chapter Seven

Verteron Array
Mars
Stardate 55722.3 (September 21, 2378)


The verteron array had not been used in well over a century and was supposed to be powered down, but Lieutenant Commander Xeris had found evidence of Martian soil irradiated by verterons in the remains of the unexploded device from the repair structure. Only the area immediately surrounding the array was irradiated in such a way and it gave him a concrete location for the sloppy saboteur. Instead of the full frontal approach, he elected to walk the forty-three kilometres from the nearest colony to the verteron array with his backpack full of weapons. Externally, the array did appear powered down but appearances could be deceptive. There was a tell-tale hum emanating from the array’s emitters, which indicated power flowing to them from array’s control complex. Xeris looked around to see the security sensor nodes and found that they appeared far newer than the rest of the complex.

Sloppy, as usual.

He withdrew a jamming device from the backpack and set it against the nearest node. It would pulse for a few minutes, with the outages being longer each time, until the full jamming came into effect and all communications were blocked. With the communication problem taken care of, Xeris’ next hurdle before confronting the saboteur was the verteron array’s power system. Unfortunately, he could not disable the system easily because doing so would cause a feedback loop which would destroy the entire array, and that was not an acceptable loss. The array still served a purpose for near Mars objects which would not be deflected by Mars’ still thin atmosphere.

He chose instead to cut the power to the emitters one by one using his engineering expertise, a job made easier by the old design of the verteron array, but it still took him over an hour to cut the power to the four emitters. Now that he knew the emitters could not fire, he was more willing to use an energy dampener. Starfleet had developed a countermeasure to the Breen energy dampening weapon thanks to a captured Breen vessel and once the war was over Research and Development had created their own version to be used by assault teams. Instead of destroying the vessels, it just drained the power and could be used slowly or quickly, depending on the team’s needs. He had retrofitted his borrowed unit to emit dampening pulses in a similar manner to the jamming device. This device he attached to the underside of the control complex on the opposite side to which he would enter.

By now, the communications should be completely out and whoever was inside would be frustrated or ready to leave if they believed it was not a natural phenomenon. The operative sent to kill him was sloppy and Xeris was sure that the operative did not have enough brains to leave. Xeris approached the secondary entrance, opened the hatch beside the door and deactivated the mechanisms which would alert anyone in the control centre. He was inside in seconds but found complete darkness. He frowned, the power dampener shouldn’t have cut power completely this soon.

Did you think I didn’t notice you out there, cutting power and communications?’ asked a voice through the internal comm. system.

Xeris silently cursed. ‘I figured you had come back from the dead. Permit me to assist in your return.’

I think not, Xeris of Romulus. You see, my intention was not to kill you but to lure you here. It is time we had that rematch.’

Xeris smiled thinly. ‘I bested you last time in a fair fight. This time I suspect you’ll play dirty.’

Of course, it would be no fun otherwise,’ the operative said and Xeris heard the environmental controls adjust themselves.

He immediately detected the smell of a potent neurotoxin and realized that operative was not playing this time. Unless he could escape from the control complex, he was going to die.
His years as a master spy took hold and he took a deep breath of clean air from the floor. He would be dead in four minutes unless he found a way out of the embarkation area, which was as long as he had been able to hold his breath in the past. The gas became thicker but he could still see where the door was but it was probably sealed, as the hatch was no doubt. He was too large to fit through the air ducts and he would never make it through in four minutes anyway, but the Jeffries tubes were a viable option.

Xeris ripped the cover off the Jeffries tube and found his way clear. He climbed in and pulled the cover back into place. The difference was immediate and the smell quickly dissipated. The Jeffries tube was sealed with its own air and he let out his breath as he began to crawl toward his next challenge.

Where are you, traitor?’ the operative asked. ‘I know you’re not dead because I can still read your lifesigns. The question is where are you hiding?’

Xeris grinned. The operative was a bad spy, and had not studied his own location. Romulan vessels and starbases did not have Jeffries tubes, but service decks and corridors instead which ran parallel to the occupied areas. It was why their ships were so large. He didn’t want to give away his location so he said nothing, but he guessed that the central control room was where the operative was holed up, and the room was probably booby-trapped.

Come out, come out, wherever you are,’ the operative taunted as Xeris made his way to the end of the Jeffries tube.

He pushed the hatch out of the way and found himself in a junction. He looked at the markings and consulted his eidetic memory for the route he needed to reach the central control room. The fastest way was to exit the junction and cross the corridor to the next junction where he would have a straight route to the control room. He opened the door of the junction and found himself up against a forcefield.

There you are,’ the operative spoke again. ‘Time to say goodbye.’

A shaped charge, ready to blow up in his face, suddenly materialised on the deck in front of him and he cursed. He dived back into the junction just the device detonated, sending heat and shrapnel right into him.
 
Chapter Eight

Starbase One
Earth orbit
Stardate 55725.9 (September 22, 2378)


Captain Cheer, Commander Astar and Lieutenant Commander Gonzales met in one of the many conference rooms aboard the starbase, and the room was sealed since their conversation was intended to be completely secret. Admiral Sitak had provided the three of them with the means to make the room impervious to all types of listening devices, but they were still hesitant to speak.

‘Where is Xeris?’ Cheer asked.

‘I don’t know, he was supposed to be here, I told him where and when we were meeting,’ Gonzales answered.

Astar swallowed. ‘I asked him to run an errand for me, but he should have been here by now.’

Cheer waved a hoof. ‘Well, no matter, we’ll just have to begin without him.’

‘Why are we here?’ Gonzales asked.

‘As you well know, someone is trying to kill some of you and tried to destroy the Pytheas. Admiral Sitak and I believe it is the work of the Cha’lav, in revenge for the blow dealt to them by you all, but we have no proof. Starfleet Security has been over every inch of the ship and repair structure and believes that there is no further danger to us or the remainder of the crew. As such, the repairs can now be completed, preferably in a timely fashion. As soon as the repairs are complete, we will undergo a shakedown cruise and then head into the Delta Quadrant to find Andraprani zh’Malashan. If we’re successful, we will then rendezvous with the Taskforce Vanguard fleet.’

‘Is there a problem?’ Astar asked, knowing full well there was thanks to Emmanuelle Walker.

‘Starfleet Command lost contact with them some time ago. Even using the Arcturus Array, there is no sign of them and it is unlikely that they have travelled so far as to be out of range already.’

‘The Arcturus Array can detect anything moving anywhere in the galaxy,’ Gonzales said. ‘How can it not find them?’

‘That is what we will be finding out, provided that we are able to find the Andorian.’

‘Do we have any idea where she is?’

‘Unfortunately, yes,’ Cheer answered. ‘The Array has detected a number of Cha’lav vessels close to where the USS Voyager came into contact with the Borg. That’s where we’re headed.’

‘It will take years to reach that point.’

‘We’ll only need to go to where the warp sleds were detached,’ Cheer countered. ‘We’ll go the rest of the way at near transwarp speeds.’

Astar nodded. ‘The warp sleds are only 500 light years away. It should take about six months to reach them, provided there are no distractions.’

Cheer looked at her. ‘That’s right; you were part of the original taskforce. You have my condolences for your losses.’

Gonzales looked her way as well. ‘Am I missing something?’

‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ Astar replied. ‘In Xeris’ absence, would you oversee the repairs until he returns?’

‘Of course,’ Gonzales answered. ‘How much longer are they expected to take?’

‘Another three weeks if all goes well.’

‘Why so long? It has already been months.’

‘Most of what it left to do is cosmetic and retrofits for the new crewmembers’ quarters.’

‘So what do we do in the meantime?’

‘Gonzales, please return to the Pytheas and make sure the engineers aren’t messing anything up. Commander, find that wayward engineer and find out where he has been. I expect him before me by the end of the day.’

‘Aye sir,’ they replied in near unison.

‘I will be in conference with Admiral Sitak for the remainder of the day working out the most direct route to the sleds and finding a suitable enough prison for the Andorian when we find her.’

‘I don’t think Parker will let her live that long,’ Gonzales said. ‘They are blood sisters and she was betrayed.’

‘She’s a Starfleet officer and will do as she is ordered,’ Cheer told them sternly. ‘There’s very little we can do now except gather intelligence and wait for the final repairs to be completed. I will meet you both, in addition to the rest of the senior staff, in the briefing room tomorrow morning at zero eight hundred so you can meet the new diplomatic officer.’

‘Captain, I was informed by Command just prior to this meeting that they will also be assigning a counsellor to the Pytheas since we will be away from the core worlds for some time.’

‘Why do we need a counsellor?’ Cheer asked.

Astar smiled. ‘You can either have a counsellor or let the crew have their families aboard.’

Cheer glared at her. ‘I would rather let the crew have families roaming my ship than any of that nonsense. I suppose I should send a message to the crew to ask them if their families would be able to join them.’

‘I think we’ll still need a counsellor aboard,’ Gonzales said. ‘I would if my family were aboard.’

Cheer snorted. ‘Commander, please send messages to all crew members inviting them to have their families aboard, within reason, and arrange any changes of quarters which are requested.’

‘Aye sir.’

‘I will speak to Admiral Sitak about the counsellor she intends to foist upon me.’

‘Sir, you might want to phrase that a little less argumentatively when you speak with her. A logical argument will carry far more weight with her. She is a Vulcan,’ Gonzales suggested.

Cheer snorted again. ‘I suppose you are correct.’

‘I should get going if I am to find Xeris before the end of the day. I need to track his movements.’

‘Start at the Perth Spaceport. That is where he beamed to after the shuttlepod exploded.’

Astar nodded. ‘Captain?’

‘Go,’ Cheer answered. ‘I think this meeting is now concluded. You are both dismissed.’

‘Yes sir,’ Astar said and entered a command into the door which then buzzed and unsealed.
 
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