Doctor Lori Weaver made her way through the lounge and joined her shipmate and friend, Science Officer Haia Ohtani. The two women were having lunch.

“So you decided to try the sushi after all,” said Haia.

“I had no choice. You would have kept on me about it into the next century,” said Lori.

Haia chuckled, watching carefully as Lori took her first bite. “Well?”

“It’s not bad for raw fish,” said Lori.

“Yeah, replicated.” Haia laughed.

“It’s still raw,” said Lori. “Have you heard the rumors?”

“I don’t pay attention to rumors,” said Haia.

“But the word is, we’re going to get a new ship. No more cramped Raven.”

“If we go back to a Raven or we get something else, it will happen when it happens.”

“How can you not think about it, especially with that new Rhode Island-class ship docked at Devron,” said Lori. “It arrived last night, a few hours before we did. The captain and XO have been in meetings all morning.”

“They’ve been in meetings before,” said Haia. “It will happen when it happens, if it happens.”

“I give up.” Lori tossed her hands in the air.

“Maybe your answer is coming now,” said Haia. She motioned with a tilt of her head.

“What?”

“Hello, ladies. May I join you?” Chief Engineer Nick Saunders slid into an empty chair at the table, not waiting for an answer.

“What’s up, Nick? Do you have any news? Lori is ready to pop.” Haia smiled.

Lori smirked.

“As a matter of fact, I do. We’re transferring to another ship,” said Nick.

“I knew it! Is it the Rhode Island in the docks?” said Lori.

“The Eagle, and yes,” said Nick.

“How do you know?” said Haia.

“I’ve already been on board. It’s ours now.”

“I don’t know much about a Rhode Island,” said Lori.

“Well, it’s bigger than a Raven, obviously. It’s a ship that packs a punch, kind of a bigger version of a Defiant,” said Nick.

“So another ship that’s not big on science,” said Haia, a pout on her face.

“There’s always science somewhere out there,” said Nick. “You’ll do fine.”

“I hope you’re right. When do we officially board?” said Haia.

“Not sure, but the captain and XO are with the admiral now, so it will be soon,” said Nick.

“How many crew? It will give me more to do,” said Lori. “Sometimes things got dull on a Raven.”

“Ninety-five,” said Nick. “We’ll all get our own rooms now.”

“Yes!” said Lori. “Haia snores. She sounds like a buzz saw. Peace and quiet will be nice.”

“I do not snore.”

“I recorded you.”

“An obvious fake. I don’t snore.”

“Mm hm,” said Lori.

Nick chuckled. “I need to get back to the Eagle. I had a short break, and when I saw you, I wanted to pass along the good news. Keep it to yourselves until it’s officially announced.” He got up, but paused. “You tried the sushi. I’m impressed.”

When Nick had gone, Lori looked at Haia. “You snore.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Oh, yes you do.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

The friendly argument continued, amusing anyone nearby that could hear. 

Ferenginar

Hok was staring at the clock on the wall. The white numbers were oddly-shaped, perhaps in some ultra-modern style, instead of the traditional manner in which Ferengi numbers were written. Many traditions had changed over the years, ever since the reformations that were started by Grand Nagus Zek, and continued by his successor, Grand Nagus Rom.

Hok was very young when Zek created the reforms that changed Ferengi society, reforms that were not well-received. He wasn’t sure what to make of them; his father had railed against them in public, but how could anything that would increase the profits made by Ferengi, all Ferengi, be a bad thing? The reforms would even give his moogie a chance to earn profit.

Moogie…

Hok sighed and looked at his moogie’s face. Her eyes were closed, and her color was almost white. It scared him to look at it, but he felt ashamed to look away. How could he not look at his wonderful moogie when she was in a coma, likely because of his father, his brother, and now him?

Hok gently ran his fingers across the back of one of her hands.

“I wanted to tell you, Moogie, that I’ll be leaving Ferenginar for a while, maybe for a long time,” said Hok. He felt guilty saying it, though he knew his business license being revoked was his father’s fault and not his.

“I’m going to try to get a fresh start so I can care for you better. Until then, Glosh will be looking after you. You remember Glosh, don’t you?”

Glosh had wanted to enter into a marriage contract with Hok’s mother, but Hok’s father made a better offer to his moogie’s father, so he was awarded the contract instead.

Hok grew silent, not knowing what else to say. Lovingly kissing his moogie’s hand, he patted it softly and got up. Looking at her face one last time, he left her room.

Earth

===Hok sat in the chair, rocking nervously. He stared at the light blue walls covered with citations and awards. He admired the achievements, but they intimidated him. Why would such a man approve a Ferengi that had his business license revoked?

Hok turned his attention back to the Starfleet Admissions Officer, Commander Lee Travis, as he finished reading Hok’s file. The man was a Hewmon, tall and well-built, with dark, curly hair that had tinges of gray on the sides. His brown eyes were serious and showed a confident and efficient man.

Turning off the computer console on his desk. He looked directly at Hok just by moving his eyes.

Hok swallowed.

“Well, Mr. Hok, your file isn’t something I normally see. Your background check took a long time. It seems some of your relatives were suspected of associating with… certain elements.’

Hok didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. What could he say?

Travis studied Hok for a moment before continuing.

“Your test scores are high enough for you to be accepted.”

Hok felt hope inside, but he held his grim expression.

“But there are just some things in your background, that cause me to be concerned.”

Hok’s shoulders slumped.

Travis drummed his fingers on his desk. Leaning back in his chair, he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Are you willing to work hard and accept the ideals and beliefs of Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets?”

“Yes, sir. I am,” said Hok.

“Because your citizenship papers have arrived. You’ve been accepted as a citizen of the Federation.”

Hok began to feel hope.

“All right, Mr. Hok, you’re in. I’ve been authorized to offer you a position in the academy instead of an enlistment. It’s against my better judgment, but if you’re up to it, you’re in.”

Hok was stunned. This was better than he envisioned. An officer in Starfleet, one of the very, very few Ferengi to do that!

“Yes, sir! I’m up for it,” said Hok.

“Don’t make me look like a fool,” said Travis, his voice stern, eyes like phasers.

“I won’t, sir” said Hok. “Count on it.”

Ready Room

“You called, sir?” said Roger.

Matt motioned for Roger to sit.  “Our orders have been changed.”

“More supply and aid runs?” said Roger.

Matt chuckled.  “We’re actually being diverted from the one we’re on now.”

“Oh?”

“We’re going to rendezvous with the freighter Blue Star, transfer our cargo to them, then head for the B’Qal system.”

“Other than being a source for tritanium, what’s so important that we need to go there?” said Roger.

“B’Qal IV is an ally to the Federation, and as you mentioned, an important source of tritanium ore.  However, for years, an isolationist group, Ym’ruxin, The B’Qali word for one people, has tried to force all non-B’Qali off their world.  The group has never been more than an annoyance, but yesterday they launched a well-organized, large-scale attack all over the planet.  In short, they’ve seized control.”

“What does Command expect us to do?” said Roger.

“They’ve taken the Federation ambassador, her staff and security force, as well as most of the Central Parliament,” said Matt.  “We’re to get our people back, locate the president who is in hiding, and find a peaceful way to resolve this.  Because the Ym’ruxin attack was so large and sudden, it’s suspected someone is supplying and funding them.  We’re to find out who and what their agenda is.”

“That’s a tall order.  Why us?” said Roger.

“We’re the closest ship.  More will be sent when available.”  Matt paused.  “Rog, the ambassador is Joanne Tucker.”

“Joanne Tucker?  From the Academy?” said Roger.

Matt nodded.  Joanne Tucker was one of the best and most loved teachers at Starfleet Academy.  She taught courses on diplomacy and interspecies relations.  It was both a happy and sad day for her cadets when she was able to become a diplomat herself.

“Assemble the senior staff for a briefing in thirty minutes,” said Matt.

Roger nodded and headed out.

Alone in his ready room, Matt imagined how it must have been on B’Qal when the attack came.

B’Qal IV

In the darkness, there was a low rumbling.  It seemed like something unreal, something on the edge of awareness.  It quickly grew in volume and intensity, rushing inward, like some voracious predator falling on its prey.  Everything shook, and all that existed, was swallowed by its fury.  With a gasp, Federation ambassador, Joanne Tucker, abruptly sat up in her bed, her eyes heavy and her mind clouded by sleep.  Blinking, she looked around her bedroom, wondering what had disturbed her rest.

A sound louder than thunder crashed around her, vibrating her stomach, shaking the room, and knocking objects off the nightstand.  There was a pounding at her door.

“Ms. Ambassador!  Ambassador Tucker!  Are you all right?”

Jo knew that voice.  Pushing away the last bits of slumber that held her, she jumped out of bed and ran to the door, just as another explosion shook the building.

“Commander Stone.  What’s going on?”  For the briefest of moments, Commander Robert Stone, the commanding officer of the security contingent guarding the Federation embassy compound on B’Qal IV, eyed Jo.  She was 5′ 6”, with long, brown hair, brown eyes, and an attractive face.  She was past age 60, and though she had some extra pounds she had vowed for several years to work off, she was still a beautiful woman.  She was wearing a white nightgown that was low-cut, and just short of revealing what lay hidden beneath it.  Feeling her face growing warm with embarrassment, she grabbed her bathrobe and put it on, tying it closed around her middle.

“We’re under attack, ma’am,” said Stone.  “It’s not just us, it’s all over the city.  Explosions and gunfire erupted precisely at 0000 hours.  I need to get you to your shuttle.  Now.”  His strong voice emphasized that last word.

“Attacked?  By whom?” said Jo, not quite believing what Stone had told her, though another explosion rocked the building.

“We don’t have time to discuss it,” said Stone, his voice much firmer.  He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room, almost dragging her behind him.  She scrambled on bare feet to keep up with him.

Everything was a blur as they raced from the living area, down a connecting corridor, through the offices, and to the corner of the building that held the shuttles and runabouts, though her sharp mind was analyzing the situation.  The only possibility was the Ym’ruxin was behind had the attacks.  For years, they had been against all alien influences being on their world.  They had tried politically to make changes, but because there was so much prosperity from exporting their minerals to the Federation, they had been defeated, both in Parliament, and in general elections.

Jo had been on B’Qal IV for about a year, having established very good relations with the president and governing officials.  It was a relationship that greatly benefited both sides.  It hadn’t always been good for her, as the B’Qali didn’t trust her when she first arrived.  No matter what she did, there was something there, something she couldn’t get past.  She had searched through the cultural database to see if she was violating a custom that offended them, but there was nothing.  She finally learned the reason why, when Zala, her B’Qali aide that was her liaison to the government, explained that her name, Joanne, was the same as a B’Qali word, j’yoa’an, that was slang for crude sounds an ill-mannered person made in public.

In B’Qali, her name was Fart.

Once that became known to her, and she explained to the B’Qali leaders that on Earth, her name meant, God is Gracious, she had been accepted with open arms.  The B’Qali had a rich religious history, so they considered her to be a blessed woman; her arrival on their world was viewed to be divinely inspired.

Now that things had changed, and the compound was under attack, Jo hoped and prayed for all the blessings she could have would be bestowed upon her.

Jo and Commander Stone were almost to the shuttle area, when there was a cracking sound, and the power in the building went out.  Stopping for a moment, Stone turned on a flashlight he had, and they resumed their trek, but now, slowly and cautiously.

“Why haven’t we seen anyone else,” Jo said in a whisper.

Stone didn’t answer.  Jo thought he might be keeping bad news from her.  Perhaps he just didn’t know.

“Stay here,” said Stone.  “I’m going to scout ahead to make sure it’s clear.”  He turned off the flashlight.  “If it is, I’ll blink this on and off once, and you get here fast.”

Jo nodded, but was unsure if he saw her in the dark.  “Okay.”

Stone moved off and disappeared around a corner.  The explosions in the complex had stopped, but she could still hear the echoes of shelling in the distance.  What were the Ym’ruxin doing to her beloved B’Qal?

With the noises of combat in the city, and the eerie silence inside the embassy, goosebumps began to form on Jo’s skin.  Pulling her robe tighter around her, she strained to hear something, but there was nothing.

After a few long seconds, there was a crash in the darkness ahead.  Several blasts of energy weapons fire ripped through the air.  There was a sickening thud, and it was deathly silent again.

Jo was already afraid, but she was now beginning to panic. Her breathing had increased, and her heart was pounding; her blood felt hot.  She began flexing her hands, balling them into fists.  It was primal, like every instinct in her was screaming at her to run.  She had to force herself to calm down.  It was taking all her inner strength.

There was a shuffling sound and two shadowy figures cautiously advanced.  They were tall and had broad shoulders.  Recognizing the silhouettes of B’Qali males, Jo ducked into a doorway, daring not to breath.  Her heart began to pound again.  This time, so loudly, she was sure the two could hear it.

The B’Qali stopped when one reached out and grabbed the arm of the other.  He began sniffing the air.

“Come out now, Human, and you will not be harmed.”

Jo tried to make herself as small as possible, sliding to the floor and scrunching her knees against her chest.  Her toes dug into the floor.  She wrapped her arms around her legs and buried her face on her knees.  Her eyes were closed so tightly, they began to water.

“Come out now.”

To Jo, the B’Qali voice had become unintelligible gibberish in the background.  All she could hear now, was the treasured sound of her mother singing her a song, when as a little girl, she had been wakened in the middle of the night by a thunderstorm.  She could feel the comfort and safety of her mother’s loving arms wrapped around her.

She never wanted to leave that place.

Observation Lounge

“An isolationist group named the Ym’ruxin, or One People, seized control of the government of B’Qal IV,” said Kirby. “It was totally unexpected, as the group was never violent in the past and they didn’t have the resources to do something this big.”

“So an outside influence is behind it?” said Iziraa.

“That’s one of the things Command needs us to find out,” said Kirby. “Reports coming out of B’Qal are limited, but from what we’re hearing, in a brilliant military operation, the Ym’ruxin launched approximately forty simultaneous attacks at key strategic points all around the planet.”

“What was the response from the B’Qali military?” said Iziraa.

“It was disorganized and ineffective,” said Kirby.

Iziraa frowned, her antennae leaning forward. “Shameful.”

“Izi?” said Weaver.

“They let down their guard and failed in their duty. The leaders should be punished,” said Iziraa.

“That’s for a later time. We need to focus on the immediate task,” said Kirby.

“Yes, sir,” said Iziraa.

Kirby could understand his security chief’s reaction.

“The most impressive part of this is how the Ym’ruxin were able to conceal troop movements, weapons, recon, and communications. They did all this under the noses of the government, which makes it more likely they had off-world help. Within a period of one day, the Ym’ruxin managed to take nearly complete control of all critical planetary infrastructure.”

“What does Starfleet expect us to do?” said Weaver.

“The Federation ambassador, Joanne Tucker, her staff, and security people have been taken. We’re to get them back,” said Kirby. “Most of Parliament were also taken, but the president is in hiding. We locate him and try to find a peaceful solution.”

“Sir, you do realize that won’t be possible,” said Iziraa. “Finding a peaceful way, I mean. The Ym’ruxin and their backers aren’t going to say, oops, we’re sorry, and give back what they took. They’re all in on this.”

Kirby knew Iziraa was right. “Regardless, those are our orders. We’re still four hours out. I want a plan in three. Because there might be opposing ships waiting for us, we’re going in on yellow alert.” He glanced at the XO.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” said Allen, “and though we don’t have a lot of experience working together in missions like this, we’re Starfleet and we’ll get it done. You all have access to everything we know about B’Qal and its people. There’s not much time, so study and learn what you can.”

Kirby could sense the atmosphere in the room. He was nervous, realizing the scope of what lay ahead, but he also knew his people would do everything possible.

According to the chronometer on the wall, Ambassador Joanne Tucker had been sitting in a chair in the main lobby for about a half hour.  The two B’Qali that captured her were silently standing guard.  Commander Stone was lying on the floor, his hands and legs in shackles.  He had awakened from being stunned, but he hadn’t said anything.  The man was proud of his position, and took his duties to the utmost, so she could imagine how he must be feeling about not being able to get her to safety.  Of course, she didn’t blame him, and at the first opportunity, she would tell him.

Things were quiet at the embassy, but sounds of fighting could still be heard around the city.  Being a diplomat, Jo was a very patient person, but she was beginning to become irritated over waiting and wondering what was going to happen next.  As if on cue, she heard someone coming.  By the sounds of the gait, she could tell it was a B’Qali female.  When she arrived, the two males snapped to attention.  When Jo saw who it was, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.  A chill ran up her spine.

“I apologize her waking you, Ambassador, but as you can see, other plans were made.”

Jo glared at the female, anger inside her beginning to boil.

“What are you doing, Zala?  Why are you part of this?”

For the last year, Zala had been Jo’s trusted B’Qali aide.  They had many discussions about B’Qal IV, its people and customs, and about its future.  They had talked about their past, about their dreams for the future.  They had shared stories about their families.  All that time, Jo had considered her to be a close friend.  It turned out to have been a fraud, a ploy to get close to her, to learn inside information.

Zala held out a PADD.  “We’ve accounted for all embassy personal, except for these six.  Everyone has been taken alive, so if you want to keep it that way, you’ll help us find them.”

Jo looked at the PADD, then glared at Zala.  She wanted to leap out of the chair and strangle the life out of her.

“My guards would shoot you before you got two steps out of that chair,” said Zala.

Jo grunted.  How well Zala knew her.  What had she done wrong to not know Zala just as well?

“The six people, Ambassador?”

Jo didn’t want to help the Ym’ruxin find the others, but at this point, it was probably the smart thing to do.  They had made it a point not to kill any of them, so it was best to keep the missing six alive.  Zala could be lying about that, but they could have killed Stone.  Capturing everyone could also be the reason they hadn’t seen any bodies when they were trying to reach the shuttles.  She decided to take the chance that Zala was telling the truth.

Jo snatched the PADD from Zala and studied it.  After a few minutes, she tapped the keyboard area, and handed it back.

“The two names in green aren’t on B’Qal anymore.  One was transferred to another post.  The other returned to Earth to visit a sick relative.  In the basement of the main building, we have a secret vault.  It’s hidden behind a row of computers in the southwest corner.  The three in red are probably hiding there.  The instructions on how to find and open it are written there.  The one in yellow, I don’t know.  He could be anywhere.”

Zala gave Jo a look of skepticism.

“Fifty people work here,” said Jo.  “Personnel are transferred in and out all the time.  I don’t personally know everyone.”

Zala carefully studied Jo’s face, then handed the PADD to one of the guards.  He nodded and left.

“Once we find everyone, and after I’ve heard from my superiors, you’ll be moved to a more secure location.” Zala paused, her tone changing from harsh to polite.  “I’ll see to it that you have other clothes to wear.”

Jo didn’t say anything.  At this point, it didn’t really matter anymore why Zala had done what she did.  The Federation would eventually send help, so for now, all she could do was wait.  Being an ambassador, waiting was something she was very good at doing.

Kirby stepped out of his ready room and glanced at the XO, who nodded towards the forward view screen.  Seeing a B'Qali male sitting at a desk in an office, Kirby took a position in front of the screen.

The B'Qali were humanoid, with light green skin, the texture reminding Kirby of an alligator.  They had no hair, but on top of the head was a small ridge, like the dorsal fin of a shark.  The males were larger, with broad shoulders.  Both B'Qali men and women had equal rights and status.

“I'm Captain Matt Kirby of the Federation starship, Eagle.  With whom am I talking?”

The B'Qali waited a few seconds before replying.  “You may address me as, Jack.”

“Jack?”

“Yes.”

“All right, Jack.  You know why we're here.  How do we get our people back?”  Kirby preferred the direct approach, never caring for the diplomatic dance way of trying to get things done.

Jack smiled.  "I like you already, Captain Matt Kirby."

Kirby wanted to say that warmed his heart, but he kept that to himself.  Perhaps he could be diplomatic after all.

“Things have changed here on B'Qal.  The Ym'ruxin are in control now.  If you want your people back, the Federation must formally acknowledge our legitimacy as the new government.”

“That's not my decision to make, Jack, but I can assure you, holding hostages isn't going to get that recognition from the Federation Council.”

“Hostages?  My dear Captain, we have no hostages.  With everything that's happened, we have outsiders in protective custody.”

Kirby heard a derisive harrumph from Lieutenant Iziraa at tactical.  He gave her a quick, stern look.

“I assure you, Jack, we can protect our people.”

Jack let out a deep sigh.  “All right, Captain, now that we've introduced ourselves and started with being polite and diplomatic, let's get to the matter at hand.  We're both men of action, not fancy words.”

Kirby was actually relieved Jack said that.  “What else do you want?”

“Remove all non-B'Qali and never come back.  If you have any government officials, especially the President, in protective custody, you will return them to us.  Do that and we'll continue supplying the Federation with tritanium.”

"Again, these are not my decisions to make, but I will pass along your demands," said Kirby.

Jack nodded.

"In the meantime, as a show of good faith, I'd like to speak with Ambassador Tucker," said Kirby.

"That might be possible," said Jack.

"I insist," said Kirby.

"We'll see," said Jack.

Kirby started to protest, but Jack held up his hand.  “As you Humans say, Captain, we hold all the cards.  I will see if it's possible to talk with the Ambassador.  I'll contact you once I know for certain."  He tapped a button on his desk and the image on the screen returned to the planet below.

“So much for that,” said Kirby.  He turned to face the XO.  “Roger, begin implementing Plan B.”

Eagle Bridge

“Scanning now,” said Ohtani.

Though it wouldn’t take long, Kirby slowly drummed his fingers on the armrest of his chair.

“No life signs and the power is still out.  It’s deserted, sir,” said Ohtani.

“Thank you, Haia,” said Kirby.

Transporter Room

“Kirby to Allen.”

“Go ahead,” said Allen.

“You’re all clear.  Begin Plan B.”

“Acknowledged.  Allen out.”  The XO looked at his team.  “Let’s go.”

Federation Embassy

Allen, Saunders, Iziraa, and Hok were in the communications center of the embassy building.  Each were dressed in black, carried phasers, flashlights, and tricorders.  Saunders had some equipment in a backpack.

“Nick, start setting up.  Iziraa, Hok, scout the immediate area in case our scans missed something,” said Allen.

It took time, but Captain Kirby had finally persuaded Jack into allowing them to talk with Ambassador Tucker.  The conversation would be short, with Jack making a point to say there would be transporter inhibitors and sensor scramblers so the Eagle couldn’t beam out Tucker.  Plan B was using the communication system in the deserted embassy to hack into the B’Qali comm link, thus tracking Tucker’s location.  Its success depended on the Ym’ruxin not thinking of them trying such a bold move.

Somewhere on B’Qal

Ever since the Ym’ruxin had taken control of the Federation embassy and taken her captive, Jo had been locked up in a jail cell, though she didn’t know where that was.  It must have been a cell to keep someone other than a common criminal, as it was clean, had a reasonably comfortable bed, and some privacy in the bathroom.  It even had a small shower stall, which allowed for some privacy.  As promised, Zala had gotten clothes for her to wear, other than her nightgown and robe, though a blue jumpsuit and sandals, with no socks or undergarments, wasn’t quite what Jo had in mind.  Still, things could have been much worse.

Since being brought to the cell, Jo had not been given any news or updates on what was happening.  She hadn’t seen Stone or any of her staff.  In fact, the only people she did see, were the B’Qali that brought her meals everyday.  They must have been given strict orders about contact with her, as they entered the cell, did what they had to do, and left as quickly as possible.  All her attempts at getting them to talk, had resulted in silence. They wouldn’t even look at her.

Jo had heard stories about prisons from past eras, that the inmates did little else, but spend time in their cells and think.  In her time there, she had experienced the same thing.  Where were the other people from the embassy?  Were they being treated well or badly?  Were they even still alive?  What was going to happen to her?  When was the Federation going to send a ship?  Maybe one had arrived.  Were they having any success in their negotiations?  Would she get out of this?  Was her family informed, or was this being kept quiet?

If Jo wasn’t a patient and disciplined person, she could have imagined herself going crazy.  One’s thoughts and imagination could take them to some terrifying places.

There was a sound at the door.  The cell didn’t have bars, but an actual door, with a window.  She had eaten already, so what was happening?  Perhaps someone was finally coming to deal with her.  A female B’Qali she didn’t recognize, walked in, closing the door behind her.  She was carrying a pouch.

Jo remained sitting on the edge of her bed.

“Stand up,” said the B’Qali.”

Jo didn’t move.

“I said, stand up.”  The tone was forceful.

Jo did as she was told.

The B’Qali held out the pouch.  “Go into the bathroom, wash your face, clean your teeth, and brush your hair.”

Jo glanced at the pouch, then back at the woman.

“Has your time here made you deaf?  Do as I say!”

Jo frowned, took the pouch and entered the bathroom.  Her mind racing, the only thing that made sense to her was they were letting her talk to someone.  A starship had arrived.

Federation Embassy

“Someone is coming.  Two for sure, but probably three.”

Iziraa followed Hok’s gaze, her antennae leaning forward.

“They’re around the corner to the left.  We need to tell Commander Allen.”  Hok hurried back to the comm center.  After a few seconds, Iziraa went with him.

“Sir, several people are coming this way, probably B’Qali.  They’ll be here in minutes,” said Hok.

Allen frowned.  “How much longer until you’re finished, Nick.”

“I’m almost there, but we still need for the Ym’ruxin to call the Eagle, and for us to tap into their signal.  We’re going to be here for a while.”

“Sir, if we shut off our lights, hide, and keep quiet, maybe they’ll pass by,” said Iziraa.

“And maybe they won’t,” said Saunders.  “We don’t know why they’re here.”

Hok set his phaser and tricorder on a desk and grabbed Nick’s empty backpack.  He moved quickly towards the exit.

“Mister Hok?” said Allen.

“I’m saving the day.”  Hok chuckled and rushed back into the corridor.

“Should I go after him?” said Iziraa.

“No.  Set up a position here,” said Allen.  “I think I know what Hok is doing.”

Corridor

Hok found a door with a name plate on it, someone’s office.  Using all his strength, he slid the door open enough to slip inside.  With his flashlight on, he began searching the room.  Finding two PADDs and some knick-knacks on a shelf, he put them in the backpack.

“You there!  What are you doing?”

Hok turned to the source of the stern voice.  Two B’Qali were in the doorway, with a third in the corridor.  All had weapons drawn.

“Ah, friends!  I’m here to retrieve some of my belongings.”  Hok didn’t need to play up being nervous.

“Your belongings?”  The B’Qali laughed.  “You mean steal what you can before we throw your carcass off our world.”

“Steal is such a harsh word,” said Hok.  “Opportunity plus instinct equals profit.”  Hok smiled.

“Whatever, Ferengi.  This embassy is Ym’ruxin property now.  I could shoot you where you stand.”

“There’s no need for that, friend.  I can put everything back.”  Hok flipped the backpack, spilling its meager contents onto a table.  “No harm done.”  He smiled.

The B’Qali whispered among themselves, though Hok could hear every word.

“Go with him.”  The leader pointed to the B’Qali in the corridor.  “You’ll be escorted to the spaceport and sent off world on the next available transport.  Count yourself lucky, Ferengi.”

“That’s generous of you, sir, but before I leave your beautiful planet, I need to return to my residence.  I have belongings.”

“You’re trying my patience.  Fine, you’ll be escorted out.  Go get your possessions.  Don’t take too long to leave safely.  That window won’t be open for long.”

Hok bowed.  “Thank you, sir.”

The two B’Qali in the office stepped aside, with Hok joining the third in the hallway.  Things didn’t go as planned, but at least he brought the B’Qali down to two instead of three.  He hoped he helped.  With one leading and two behind, Hok tried to think of something, anything.

After two, quick phaser shots and the loud thumping of two bodies hitting the hard floor, Hok’s security training kicked in.  Several well-placed punches and the three B’Qali were unconscious.

Hok nodded a thank you to Iziraa.

“I knew you couldn’t take all three.”  Iziraa chuckled.

“What happens now?” said Hok.

“We drag their bodies into an office and hope they aren’t missed for a long time,” said Iziraa.  “Or wake up.”

“I’ll keep an eye on them,” said Hok.  “I can also get back to searching for things to acquire.”

“Well, this is a Federation facility, so you’d be securing Federation property,” said Iziraa.  “I’ll update Allen.”

Hok watched Iziraa leave, wondering if she understood who he truly was and what he wanted.

Eagle Ready Room

Not wanting to show his annoyance to the bridge crew, Captain Kirby was waiting in his ready room for the call from B'Qal to speak with Ambassador Tucker.  He didn't know how long overdue it was, but patience was the foundation of this mission.

The door chime rang.

“Come in.”

The door slid open and Doc Weaver entered.

“How are you doing, Matt?”

“I'm not happy.”

“I know,” said Weaver.  “I can see the sour look on your face.”

“What does Command expect me to do?  How is one, small starship supposed to resolve a planetary crisis?”

“Getting right to the point, I see.”  Weaver slid into the chair across from Kirby.  “I'm a doctor, not a captain, so I don't know what to say, but I know you'll figure it out.  The crew believes in you.”

“Thanks for saying that, and I believe in them.”

“This sounds cheesy, but together we'll figure it out.”  Weaver offered a comforting smile to go along with her encouraging words.

“When you hear good ideas, please pass them along.”  Normally a commanding officer didn't show his doubts in front of the people in his command, but Lori was different.  Matt could always be himself with her and that was something he treasured.

“When we get an official answer from the Federation Council about the Ym'ruxin, maybe you'll have a better idea on what to do,” said Weaver.

“I don't see how.  They won't recognize them as the rightful government.  They'll pressure me to get something done,” said Kirby.

Lori's silence told Kirby she agreed with him and didn't know what else to say.  Sitting together and not talking, they waited for the call.

B'Qal

Zala strode into the office previously occupied by the President.  Jalak, the leader of the Ym'ruxin, was seated behind an ornate desk, a satisfied expression on his face.

“It suits me, eh?”

“Yes, I suppose it does,” said Zala.  “The Ambassador is ready.  I made sure she understands what she's supposed to say to the Starfleet captain.”

“Will she cooperate?”

“Yes, but she's very clever, so if she can find a way to thwart us, she will.”

“I'm sure the desire to live will keep her in line.  Is there anything else?”

Zala paused.

“Is there anything else?”

“It's probably nothing, with fighting still going on in pockets of the capital, but I sent a small team to recon the embassy in case there's still anyone hiding, or to find intelligence we can use.  They haven't returned and they aren't answering our calls.”

“Why do you think it's probably nothing?”  Jalak's tone and expression indicated his displeasure at the news.

“There's still a lot of chaos and disorganization all around us,” said Zala.  “Even you've got to admit our operation has been more successful than we imagined.  They're probably busy or they just aren't able to hear us.  It's a big building.”

Jalak paused while deep in thought.  “Send anyone you can spare to search the Embassy.”

“What are you thinking?” said Zala.

“The Federation ship has been sitting up there doing nothing, or appearing to do nothing.  Perhaps they aren't doing nothing.”

“They sent their own team to the Embassy?  But why?” said Zala.

“That's what your teams are going to find out.  Hold off on letting the Ambassador talk to them.  Maybe they're planning something we won't like.  Report to me when you learn anything."

Zala nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait.  I want you to lead it.”

“I will.”

When Zala was gone, Jalak leaned back in the chair.  “I won't underestimate you again, Captain Kirby.”

“How did you come to the decision to pull your team from the embassy?”

“Science Officer Ohtani was monitoring the area around the embassy with focused sensor scans,” said Kirby.  “When she saw about twenty B’Qali soldiers moving in, I had no choice but to recall the team.”

“And the conversation you were supposed to have with Ambassador Tucker?” said the Admiral.

“Jack, who we later learned was Jalak the leader of the Ym’ruxin, never contacted us, we concluded they knew we were there and cancelled the meeting.  I had to protect my people,” said Kirby.

“What happened next?”

“The situation was bad, but was made worse when the Federation contacted us and said they weren’t recognizing the Ym’ruxin as the official government,” said Kirby.

“You didn’t expect that they would, did you?”

“Of course not.” Kirby paused.  “The Ym’ruxin confiscated all the independent ships and freighters in orbit and began using them to forcibly remove all non-B’Qali.  I got tired of doing nothing, so I sent a general comm telling Jalak if he didn’t let us have the ambassador and the embassy personnel, I would take military action.”

The admiral wrinkled his nose.

“After being ignored again, we fired on an unmanned weapons depot.  That got their attention and a few hours later, we got our people back.”

The admiral chuckled.  “Questionable legally, but you did get them back safely.”

“I felt like I was letting down everyone,” said Kirby.  “We still needed to discover who was behind the attacks.”

“What did you do?”

“We stopped and detained every ship that left B’Qal.  It took time, but we were able to ferret out agents working for a faction of the Orion Syndicate.  It was surprisingly easy to get them to talk,” said Kirby.  He handed the admiral a PADD.  “This is everything we learned.”

“Captain, I get the feeling you think you did a poor job.  I can assure you that you and your people got the job done.”

“Not a poor job, sir, but we could have done better,” said Kirby.

“Everyone made it out alive and we know who is behind it.  Now we can get to work on a solution.  You and your crew take a few days and enjoy some time off here at the Devron base.”

“Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir.” said Kirby.

The admiral nodded and got up to leave, so Kirby stood as well.

“You really did get the job done,” said the Admiral.

“Yes, sir.”  When Kirby was alone in the small lounge, he went to the window and watched the activity outside.  He had no idea what would happen next, but at least he and his people were no longer a delivery service for humanitarian aid.  They were beginning to make a real difference and that felt good.

Carefully studying the surroundings, Hok couldn’t shake the nagging flutter in the pit of his stomach.  Glun was known for allowing his bar to be used as neutral ground to conduct business best left out of the public eye, for a price, but he was a Ferengi after all.  A lucrative payoff could change all that.  Still, having a reputation that led to more long-term profit should be worth keeping.  Hok didn’t know what to think, so he needed to be careful.

“They’re here.”

Hok nodded.  Lorx was the first client in his new private security business, so he had to make sure he did everything right.

Two Ferengi entered the bar.  One was dressed in the finest suit latinum could buy.  The other was plainly dressed.  Hok’s security counterpart.

“Do you have the formula, Lorx?”

“It’s right here.”  Lorx raised a PADD.  “Do you have the latinum?”

“Yes.”

Before anyone could do anything, three men burst into the bar from the back room, weapons in hand, firing at the four men meeting to do business.

Hok reached for his own weapon, but he was struck in the chest.  It felt like he was hit by a denix bull.  Gasping to breathe, he crashed to the floor and everything went black.

=====

Hok opened his eyes, then immediately shut them due to a bright light pouring from every direction.  Shielding his eyes with his hand, he sat up.  His chest didn’t hurt anymore.  Looking around, he was in a room like a small outer court.  Everything was a brilliant gold: the walls, the floor, the steps leading to a lectern, a door in the back wall.

Was it possible?  Was this….

The door opened and a Ferengi dressed in the finest, most ornate robe Hok had ever seen, walked out, standing behind the lectern.  He was handsome beyond description.

The Blessed Exchequer!  Hok was dead!  He quickly moved to his knees, placing the heels of his palms together, his hands pointing upward, his fingers curled inwardly.

“Blessed Exchequer, whose greed is eternal, allow this bribe to open your ears and hear this plea from your most devout debtor.”  Hok reached into his pocket and offered a handful of latinum coins.

The Exchequer scoffed.  “Stand up, grub.”  His voice was gruff, but almost musical.

Hok hurried to do as instructed.  He trembled as he realized his eternal destiny depended on what happened next.

“Hok, son of Esh, are you ready for the reading of your balance sheet and the execution of my divine judgment?”

“Yes, Exchequer.”  Hok tried to keep his voice even.

“In your childhood, I see you memorized the Rules of Acquisition.  Very good.”  The Exchequer continued reading.  “In your younger years you earned a modest profit working private security, with plans to start your own business.  Good.”  He frowned.  “You turned down great profit from the Orion Syndicate.  Explain yourself.”

Hok took a deep breath.  “It was the Orion Syndicate.  They’re dangerous.  The fact my…. my father and brother died because of them proved I made the right decision.”

The Exchequer humphed.  “It is better to be alive.”  He paused.  “Tell me about your next venture.”

“The Syndicate was after me and my business license was revoked.”

“Why was it revoked?”

“I never found out.”

“So you fled to the Hewmon home world.”

“I thought it was the safest place to be,” said Hok.  “The Hewmons love helping people.”

“I commend you for that, Hok.  You acquired help and safety at no cost.”

Hok couldn’t help smiling.  Maybe things would go well for him.

“Continue,” said the Exchequer.

“After securing business loans at almost no interest, I was able to build and open a speakeasy,” said Hok.  “It was something unique that appealed to the history and traditions of the locals.  I quickly repaid the loans and earned much profit.”

“Then disaster struck.”

“Yes.  The fire.”  Hok’s shoulders sank.  “The Orion Syndicate found me.  They burned down my business.  It wasn’t my fault.”

“That’s debatable,” said the Exchequer.  “Did you get an insurance payoff to recoup your losses?”

“What?”

“An insurance policy.  Did you have one?”

“The Hewmons barely use money.  There are no insurance policies,” said Hok.

“I see.  Tell me what came next.”

“I joined Starfleet Academy and after I graduated, I served a few months on a starship.  I eventually resolved the Orion problem and went back home to Ferenginar.  I got my license back and started my own security business.”

“But you went over four years without earning any profit.”

If Hok didn’t think of something to say in response to that, his fate could be in jeopardy.  “Exchequer, I contend that profit can be more than just currency.”

“Explain.”

“Skills.  I acquired skills I wouldn’t have now if I never was in Starfleet.  I also made friends and connections.  I can ask for help and they’ll help me at no cost.  Once I returned home, I used these new skills to earn more profit.”

The Exchequer laughed.  “Profit is more than currency.  You certainly have the lobes to say that.”  He laughed again.

Hok didn’t like the sound of that.

The Exchequer drummed his fingers on the lectern.  Hok could see he was deep in thought.

“You haven’t acquired enough to enter the Divine Treasury, but I like innovative thinking,” said the Exchequer.

Hok was so nervous, he felt like he was going to wet himself.  Was that even possible in the afterlife?

“I’m giving you another opportunity.  I’m sending you back.”  The Exchequer waved his hand.

=====

Hok gasped and quickly sat up.  Allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, he was stunned when he saw the bodies of Lorx and the two men they were meeting.  Crawling to them and checking each one, he saw they were dead.  Rubbing his chest, he felt pain again.  There was a burn mark on his shirt.  The PADD with the formula and the latinum were gone.  Were his instincts correct?  Had Glun betrayed them?  Had he actually stood before the Blessed Exchequer or was it an unconscious dream?  Whatever happened, he had to get out of there and find a safe place to think.

After the ambush at Glun’s bar, Hok had to lay low.  The discovery of the three bodies led to an investigation by local law enforcement, of course, and Hok wanted nothing to do with that.  If he was identified as the person that survived and got away, he could be accused of being behind it.  His best hope was for those responsible to be quickly identified.  Until then, maybe he could conduct his own investigation.  Hiding in the late night shadows, Hok waited until the confection shop was about to close.

“I’m sorry, but we’re…  Hok!

“You seem surprised to see me, Drak.”  Something wasn’t right.  Hok knew Drak for years and he never reacted suspiciously upon seeing Hok walk into his shop.  

“No, no, it’s not that at all.”  Drak, the shop owner, was fidgeting his hands and shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“I came here because you’re the one that has his lobes on the pulse of the action.  I was prepared to pay you for what you could tell me, but your reaction and demeanor make me wonder…”  Hok’s voice trailed off.  Not expecting things to escalate so quickly, he stepped closer to Drak.

“You need to leave.”

“What’s going on, Drak?”  Hok was bigger than the average Ferengi, so he pushed closer, Drak stumbling back to move away.

“Please, Hok, you have no idea.”

Hok felt like he was gut-punched.  “So tell me.”

“I can’t.”

Hok grabbed Drak by his collar.  “If you don’t tell me, I’ll tear off your lobes.”  He meant it.

Clearly afraid, Drak whimpered a weak response.  “I can’t.”

Hok was a mixed bag of emotions.  He was getting angry over Drak’s responses, but he was also getting a sick feeling that he was in the middle of something very bad.  “Tell me.  No one will know I was here.”

Drak was shaking, but he didn’t say anything.

“Is it the Orion Syndicate?” said Hok.

“Worse.”  Drak’s voice was barely a whisper.

It was Hok’s turn to quiver.  Only those with the strongest and deepest connections in government and business could be more dangerous than the Syndicate.  “Just tell me what your part in this was and I’ll leave.  I promise I won’t implicate you.”

“You won’t tear off my lobes?”

Hok almost chuckled.  “No.”

“I was paid to find out when and where Lorx was selling some important item.  I didn’t know you would be there.”

“Who paid you and how did you know I was there?”

Drak’s eyes widened.  “You said all I had to do was tell you what I did.”

Hok sighed and let go of Drak’s collar.  “Fine.”  He turned and started walking away.

“You’ll keep me out of this?  You promised.”

Hok stopped.  “I’ll keep you out of it,” he said not looking back.  As he exited the shop, he heard more whimpers.  Looking around to make sure he wasn’t being followed, Hok disappeared into the night.

“There’s someone here to see you.”

“Who is it?”

“He didn’t say his name, but he claims to be an old friend.”

“Did he mention what he wanted?”

“No.”

“Did he bribe you to ask me if I’ll see him?”

“He did.”

“All right.  Send him in.

===

Hok was pacing nervously in the reception area,  He had come to see Glosh, the man that cared for his mother after she lapsed into a coma.  Hok had to bribe the secretary to ask if Glosh would see him, and based on the last time they met, it was possible he wouldn’t.

“Glosh will see you now.”

Hok nodded and muttered a quick thanks.  Stepping into the business office, he waited to see what reaction he would get.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” said Glosh.

“I need your help.”

“I see.”  Glosh looked at a box on the corner of his desk.

Sighing, Hok grabbed a latinum coin from his pocket and dropped it into the slot on top of the box.  It made a clink as it joined the other coins already there.

“I never get tired of that sound.”  Glosh smiled.  “Sit.”

When Hok was seated, he got right to why he was there.  “I need information.”

“What kind of information and why come to me?”

“I need to know who was behind the incident in Glun’s bar a few nights ago.”  Hok studied Glosh’s reaction.

Glosh winced, but quickly recovered.  “Why do you think I would be able to do that?”

“You’re a successful Ferengi with connections.”

“Why is it so important that you know?’

Hok hesitated.  Glosh cared about Hok’s mother and he did help when Hok couldn’t, but there was still some concern on how much Hok could truly trust him.

“If I’m opening myself to crossing people that should be left alone, I need to know why,” said Glosh.

Hok sighed.  “I was there.”

Glosh reacted with surprise.

“I was the only one that made it out alive.”  Hok thought about being before the Blessed Exchequer, wondering if it really happened or if it was an unconscious dream.  “Lorx was my client.  I was supposed to keep him safe.”

“Then you should count yourself lucky,” said Glosh.  “Revenge isn’t worth it.”

“It’s not about revenge,” said Hok.  “I need to know who betrayed us and if I’m in any danger.”

Glosh leaned back in his chair.  “I’ll give you some advice and not even charge you for it.  Leave it alone.  It’s likely no one knows you were there and it’s more likely they don’t care.  Go back to your business and stop worrying.”

“I’ll pay you.”

Glosh laughed.  “Of course you’ll pay me.  Hok, even though you and your Andorian girlfriend brought the Orion Syndicate to my home, I still like you.  I think you’re making more of this than there is.”

Hok got a PADD from his shirt pocket, tapped in some data, and placed it on the desk.

Glosh leaned over the PADD and looked at the screen, his eyes widening.  “Well, if it means that much to you, who am I to turn down an old friend.  I’ll do what I can.”

“Thank you.”  Hok got up to leave.

“Wait.  I’m really curious about something,” said Glosh.

“What’s that?” said Hok.

“What’s oo-mox with an Andorian like?  Did you make her antennae vibrate?’

Hok scowled, sighed, and walked out, Glosh laughing heartily behind him.

Hok let out a long and frustrated sigh. It was two days since he had gone to Glosh for help, but he hadn’t heard anything yet. To compound matters, he wasn’t getting new business or clients in his private security company. If he was a paranoid man, he would have thought someone with influence was blacklisting him. Looking out the window from his office, his eye caught something suspicious. A young Ferengi male was staring at his storefront. He seemed to notice Hok looking at him, so he turned away and moved down the street.

I’m not a paranoid man, thought Hok.

Moving to the side and peering out from the edge of the window, Hok waited. Sure enough, the young man returned.

Hok considered going out to confront him, but that could cause a public display he didn’t need. The best thing to do was wait. Minutes passed like hours and the other Ferengi finally walked towards Hok’s office. His pace was brisk. and he stepped inside.

“May I help you?” said Hok. He was ready for a fight, if it came to that.

“Glosh sent me. He wanted me to make sure I wasn’t followed.”

Finally! “Okay,” said Hok. “What do you have for me?”

“Glosh said powerful and influential people want to question you. Your life may or may not be in danger, he doesn’t know for sure. He recommends you leave Ferenginar until things quiet down. Don’t tell anyone where you’re going.”

Hok’s shoulders slumped. What was he in the middle of now and how did it happen?

“What else did Glosh say?”

“Just that you shouldn’t take long to leave. This is bigger than he thought and only your friendship is why he got involved.”

Hok wondered what he did to deserve this. Shaking his head, he went to his desk and grabbed a bar of gold-pressed latinum from the drawer. He tossed it to the messenger, who caught it, a shocked expression on his face.

“Thank you!” He made a quick bow and hurried out of the office, scurying away and quickly disappearing into the foot traffic passing by.

Hok slumped into his chair, his head bowed and his hands in his lap. How could the same thing happen twice to the same guy? If Glosh was right, and there wasn’t really cause to think he wasn’t, there was only one option Hok had, only one place he could go.

Ready Room

Captain Matt Kirby was finishing going over the files and records of the crew rotations and transfers to the Eagle.  It could be tedious work, but he was always glad to see fresh, young, new people starting their Starfleet careers.  It reminded him of how excited and eager he was on his first assignment.

The door chime rang.

“Come.”

The XO, Roger Allen entered, a PADD in hand.

“What’s up, Rog?”  Kirby was curious after seeing the PADD.

“We have one more,” said Allen.

“Now?  We’re leaving space dock in two hours,” said Kirby.

“It was last minute,” said Allen.  “It’s also a special case that needs your personal approval before it goes through.”  He offered the PADD.

Taking it, Kirby read the name on the file, his eyes widening in surprise.  “Is this for real?”

“It seems so,” said Allen.

“Huh.”

“What do you think?” said Allen.

“There’s got to be a story behind this I’d love to hear.”  Kirby set the PADD on his desk and leaned back in his chair.

“I agree,” said Allen.

Kirby thought for a few moments.  “Call Lieutenant Iziraa and have her meet our new arrival in the transporter room.”

Allen smiled.  “I hoped you would say that.”

Transporter Room

Iziraa stood with her hands behind her back.  She nodded to the transporter operator.  “Energize.”

When the new crew member materialized, Iziraa’s jaw dropped and her antennae were erect like a letter V.

“Hello, Lieutenant.”

Iziraa’s antennae were bouncing, a broad smile on her face.  “Welcome home, Hok.”

Ready Room

“It’s good to have you back, Mister Hok,” said Captain Kirby.  “I mean that sincerely.  You did good work in the short time you were here.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Hok.

“Command questioned allowing you to come back, but they left that to me.  You fit in here, but you’ve got to make a decision.  Either you’re a Starfleet officer or you’re not.  If you leave again, there’s no coming back.  Understood?”  Kirby gave Hok a hard stare.

Hok shifted uncomfortably.  “I understand, sir.”

“Good.  You can return to security duty now.  See Lieutenant Iziraa for your shift and work assignments.  Dismissed.”

“Sir!”

As a condition for Hok returning to the Eagle, he had to tell Kirby the full story of what happened.  After he had left the room, Kirby wondered if the Ferengi officer actually did.

Mess Hall

“So you mean to tell me, after everything that happened, no one figured out that the princess was behind it?” said Hok.

Iziraa scowled, but before she could say anything, Doctor Weaver began choking on a bite of her meal.

“Lori?  Are you all right?” said Ohtani.

Through watering eyes and several gulps of tea, Weaver cleared her throat.  “I’m okay,” she rasped, wiping her eyes with her napkin.

The others looked at her to make sure, but after a few moments passed and everyone was satisfied Weaver was fine, they went back to talking about the missions Hok missed.

“No one even considered the princess,” said Iziraa.  “She had an impeccable reputation for kindness and helping others.  Besides, she never set foot in Equamar during the attempt on the prince’s life.”

Hok scoffed.  “Rule of Acquisition 6: Never allow family to stand in the way of opportunity.  She wanted to marry a different man, so she did what she had to do to make it happen.  Easy-peasy, as Hewmons say.”

Iziraa scowled again.

“Makes sense to me,” said Ohtani, “but what do I know?”  She chuckled.

“That’s a nice theory, but we’ll never know,” said Weaver.  “I need to get back to sickbay.”  She started to get up.

“You still have ten minutes,” said Iziraa.

“Busy day.  See you later.”

Before Weaver started walking away, for a split second, she locked eyes with Hok.  It was obvious she knew something and it was bothering her.

Hok watched the CMO leave.  Maybe he could talk to her later.

“I’m just glad I wasn’t here when the Borg showed up,” said Hok, returning to the previous conversation.

“Yeah, that was bad.”  Ohtani shivered.

The ship jolted.

“What was that?” said Iziraa.

“Senior staff to the bridge.”  Captain Kirby’s voice urged over the ship-wide intercom.

Ohtani and Iziraa got up.  “Are you coming?” said Iziraa.

“Me?  I’m not a senior officer,” said Hok.

“You man the secondary tactical station on alpha shift.  Let’s go.”

“Yes, ma’am.”  Hok smiled.

Bridge

As Hok, Iziraa, and Ohtani filed out of the turbolift, they could see an anomaly on the forward view screen.  It resembled an open wormhole; round, with swirling colors, funneling inwardly to a black space in the center.

“Any idea what it is, Haia?” said Kirby.  “We were in our patrol sector and suddenly it was there.”

“Scanning now, sir,” said Ohtani.

“Helm, keep us a safe distance away.  If it starts pulling us in, get us out of here fast.”

“Aye, sir.”

“Captain, this is a subspace corridor,” said Ohtani.  “The science database has an extensive report on it from the USS Voyager under Captain Janeway.  It’s called, Underspace.  It’s a network of corridors that can be navigated to travel great distances in a short time.  The odd thing is, it was thought to exist only in the Delta Quadrant.”

“Why is one opening here?” said Kirby.

“Unknown,” said Ohtani.

“Captain, something is coming out of the opening,” said Iziraa.

The bridge crew watched as a small vessel emerged.  It was the size of a Starfleet shuttle, with a similar design.

“Scanning now,” said Iziraa.  “There’s scoring on the hull from energy weapons fire.  One life sign inside.  There’s a build up in the engine core.  An explosion is imminent.”

“Transporter room, lock onto the person in that ship and beam them out.  Iziraa, sickbay,” said Kirby.

Iziraa raced off the bridge.  Hok replaced her at main tactical.

“Transporter room, do you have them?” said Kirby.

“Yes, sir.  They’re in the buffer.  No weapons or pathogens detected.  Waiting on your order to finish the transport.”

“Shields up.  Security will give you the okay once they’re posted in sickbay.”

“Aye, sir.”

Who was coming to see them?

Sickbay

“Transporter room, we’re ready,” said Iziraa.  With antennae bobbing in anticipation, she glanced at Doctor Weaver, who nodded in return.

The transporter hummed and an image began to form on the floor.  Ready for anything, Iziraa held her breath.  This could be first contact from someone incredibly far away and she was part of it.  When the transport was complete, Iziraa gasped, her eyes wide in shock, her antennae rigid.  She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Bridge

“Sickbay to bridge.”

“Go ahead, Doctor.  Is everything all right?” said Kirby.

“Yes, we’re okay, but we have a situation.  You need to come down here,” said Weaver.

Kirby paused, wondering what happened.  “I’ll be right there.  Roger, you have the conn.”  Standing, he looked at the opening to the subspace corridor on the screen.  What have you brought us today, he thought.  Nodding to his XO, Kirby went to the turbolift.  Time to find out.

Sickbay

Captain Kirby entered sickbay, curious about why he was asked to come.  He saw someone on a biobed, but Doc Weaver and Nurse Parker were blocking his view while they gave medical aid.  He looked at Iziraa, who seemed to be in an excited state; she was bobbing back and forth on her feet and her antennae were rapidly moving.  He mused at how well he was learning to interpret her body language.  “Report.”

“Leb Minol is asking for political asylum,” said Iziraa.  “He claims to be fleeing an oppressive and tyrannical government.”

Kirby almost rolled his eyes.  They already went through that with Princess Yari on Lenal III.  At least they had experience now.  “Is he all right?”

“Just bumps and bruises, as far as I could see, but Doctor Weaver wanted to examine him to be sure,” said Iziraa.

“I’ll talk to him,” said Kirby.

“Sir, there’s something else.”

“Bridge to Captain.”

“Go ahead, Roger.”

“Sensors are detecting an increase in gravimetric distortions,” said Allen.  “Lieutenant Ohtani believes another ship is coming out of the corridor.”

Kirby frowned.  “I’ll be right there.”

“Captain, there’s one more thing,” said Iziraa.

“It will need to wait,” said Kirby.

“But, sir.”

“Get a replacement here to keep an eye on our guest.  I need you on the bridge.”

“Aye.”  Iziraa’s antennae drooped.

Bridge

“The ship is coming out now,” said Hok.

The crew watched in awe.  The vessel was round in front, like a Klingon D7, with the rest being sleek and angular.

“It’s got to be twice our size!” said Lieutenant Commander Allen.

“Two-point-three times, to be exact,” said Hok.  “Twenty phaser arrays and multiple torpedo tubes.  It’s a match for anything we have.  They’re scanning us.”

“It’s only fair, Mister Hok,” said Kirby.  “We scanned them.”

“We’re being hailed,” said Hok.

“Open the channel.”  When an image of a person appeared on the screen, Kirby could feel the shocked reaction of everyone on the bridge.

“USS Eagle NCC-82715, I’m Senior Commander Drixa Pem of the Shiya Warcruiser, Impexa.  To whom am I speaking?”

Kirby glanced at Allen before standing.  The woman on the screen had a striking presence.  Her uniform was blue and obviously military, with insignias on the shoulders and what looked to be medals or awards on the left front.  What was so surprising to the crew was her physical appearance.  Her skin was a light green, her hair black and long, falling upon her shoulders, and she had two antennae extending from the top of her head.  She looked just like an Andorian.  That’s probably what Iziraa wanted to tell him.

“I’m Captain Matt Kirby of the United Federation of Planets.  How may we assist you?”

“Did you destroy our shuttle?” said Pem.

“I’m thinking you’re the ones that did that.”

Pem smirked.

“We were able to rescue its occupant.  Our doctor is examining him now.”

“When he’s well, you’ll turn him over to us,” said Pem.

“I’m afraid it’s more complicated than that.”  Kirby heard the turbolift open.  Seeing Iziraa, he motioned for her to stop so she wouldn’t be visible on screen to Pem.

“I don’t see how, Captain Matt Kirby.  He’s our citizen.  Return him to us and we’ll be on our way.”

“Leb Minol asked for our protection.  He asked for political asylum.”

Pem frowned.  “That’s unfortunate.”

“It isn’t our intention to interfere in your affairs, but we have laws and traditions,” said Kirby.  “We’re obligated to help.”

“I don’t mean to interfere in yours and I’m not being rude, but if we chose to do so, we could take him.”

“Senior Commander, my people have an old saying that goes back several hundred years,” said Kirby.  “Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

Pem tilted her head in thought.  “I understand.  My people also have an old saying.  A meeta kitten is still just a kitten.”

Kirby paused for a moment.  “I’m afraid I don’t understand the reference.”

“When a meeta kitten gets its voice, it tries to imitate the adults in the pack.  It lets out barely a squeak, but it prances as though it were a mighty roar.”

“I see,” said Kirby.  It seemed the Eagle was just insulted.  “I’d like to invite you to transport here so we can discuss this.”

“I agree to that,” said Pem.  “It would be interesting to read your book.”

Kirby sensed there was more to that than just humor.

“My escort and I will prepare a shuttle.”

“That won’t be necessary.  We have transporter technology.  We can beam you directly here.”

“Ah,” said Pem.  “Due to certain anomalies in the atmosphere of our home world, we were never able to develop that,” said Pem.  “I look forward to the experience.”

“Give us a few minutes to prepare,” said Kirby.  “We’ll contact you when we’re ready.”

Pem nodded and the channel closed.

“Iziraa, Hok, you’re with me.  Dress uniforms for our guests.  Roger, you have the bridge.  Iziraa, have a security team posted in the corridor outside the transporter room.  Let’s do this right.”

Transporter Room

Kirby tugged at the collar of his dress uniform.  Why were they always so uncomfortable?  “Energize.”

The operator started the process.  “No energy weapons or pathogens, sir, but the escort is wearing a short sword similar to what an ancient Roman soldier carried.  Should I remove it?”

“No, let him keep it.  I’m sure it’s more ceremonial than anything and I don’t want them to think we’re being insulting.”

“Aye, sir.”

When Senior Commander Pem and her escort, a large male, materialized, Kirby stepped forward.  “Welcome to the Eagle.

Transporter Room

“Welcome to the Eagle,” said Captain Kirby.

Before Senior Commander Drixa Pem could reply, her eyes quickly moved to Lieutenant Iziraa.  With a fixed gaze, she stood motionless for a few seconds before stepping down from the platform, stopping in front of Iziraa.  “Your name?”  Her tone was commanding.

“I’m Lieutenant Iz’i’raa sh’Solom’aa, but everyone calls me Iziraa.”

“Your duties?” said Pem.

“Chief of security.”

“You’re part of the United Federation of Planets?”

“Yes.  We’re one of the founding members.  My people serve all over Starfleet and the Federation.  My world is a moon orbiting a gas giant.”

“When Captain Kirby and I have resolved the matter at hand, I would enjoy speaking more with you.”

“I would be honored,” said Iziraa.

Pem moved to Hok.

“I’m Ensign Hok, I work in security, I’m a Ferengi, and very few of us are in Starfleet.”

Kirby was watching his officers interact with Pem.  Iziraa was diplomatic and proper, but Hok was gruff.  He was about to interrupt.

Pem chuckled.  “I see that you’re an interesting people.”

“You have no idea,” said Hok.

Chuckling again, Pem turned to face Kirby.  “Thank you for allowing my escort to keep his klavik.  To lose it would be a humiliation and a failure of duty.  He would need to take his own life because of the shame.”

“The last thing I want is conflict and bloodshed,” said Kirby.  He gestured to the door.  “This way, please.”  Before following, he gave Hok a we’ll-talk-later look.

“Captain, if I may,” said Hok.

Kirby glanced at Pem.  “Make it quick.”

“Show strength, sir.  Don’t be unsure or hesitant.  She needs to respect you and she’s already insulted us once.”

Kirby studied Hok’s face.  It was interesting that he could discern their visitors so easily.  “Understood.  Thank you.”

Conference Room

Kirby was seated at the head of the table, with Pem in the center and to his right, her escort standing behind her.  Iziraa and Hok were seated on the left, with two other security officers standing, one on each side of the door.

“All right, Senior Commander, tell me what I need to know,” said Kirby.

“It’s simple, Captain Kirby.  Leb Minol is the leader of a dissident movement to destroy the unity and progress of the Shiya people.”

“I need more than that,” said Kirby.

“There are eighty-seven nations on my world.  It took decades and many conflicts for us to finally work through our differences and become one people.  There are those that don’t want that.  There was an attempted bombing at the world council building.  After an investigation, it was determined that Minol and his inner circle were behind it.  He was arrested, tried, and convicted.  His followers, with the help of traitors in government, helped him escape.  He steered his ship into an Underspace corridor and we followed him here.”

“I appreciate your position, Senior Commander, but it seems to me there’s more to it than that,” said Kirby.  “I spoke with Minol for a few minutes before we started talking here.  He told me your unified world is one of tyranny, where national sovereignty and individual rights are a thing of the past.”

“Do you make policy in your Federation, Captain Kirby?”

“No.”

“Neither do I in mine.  I follow orders and do my duty,” said Pem.  “Minol is a convicted criminal and it’s really not your business to interfere.”

There was no way to know for certain which side was right, but Pem did have a point.  Still, Kirby preferred to err on the side of caution.

“Bridge to Captain Kirby.”

“Go ahead, Roger,” replied Kirby, slight annoyance in his voice.

“We received an urgent message from Command that Underspace apertures are closing and corridors are collapsing all over the sector,” said Allen.  “Ships are being ordered to return so they’re not stranded.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant Commander.  Kirby out.”  He looked at Pem.  “I suggest you leave before you’re stranded here.”

Pem laughed.  “I expected better of you, Captain.”

“I realize you don’t know us, but we value the principles of truth and honesty.  When I said Underspace is collapsing, it’s collapsing.”

Pem was clearly angry.  “I would contact my ship.”

Kirby nodded.

Pem activated a device on her left wrist, like an old time watch.  “Pem to Impexa.”

“Impexa here.  Go ahead, Senior Commander.”

“Scan the aperture and corridor.”

“Is there something in particular we should look for?”

“Just scan it.”

“Yes, Senior Commander.”

A few tense moments passed.

“Impexa here, Senior Commander.  We didn’t detect anything unusual.”

“Is the corridor stable?” 

“It is.”

“Fine.  Pem out.  You disappoint me, Captain.”

“Believe me or don’t.  Leave and make it home safely or spend the rest of your lives here.  I don’t care which.”

Pem gave Kirby a long, hard stare.  “We’ll leave, Captain, but if this is a deception, we’ll be back for our dissident and it won’t be just one ship.”

“Security, escort our guests to the transporter room.”

Pem stood up, but she spoke again before leaving.  “Perhaps you’re not a meeta kitten after all.”

Bridge

“The Impexa has entered the aperture,” said Iziraa from tactical.

“Helm, hold our position here.  We need to make sure they don’t circle back,” said Kirby.

“Sir, my scans of the corridor are off the scale,” said Iziraa.  “It’s collapsing.”

Kirby hmphed.  “Good riddance to them, though I hope they made it home.”

“What are we going to do with Minol?” said Allen.

“We’ll leave him at 93.  Let them decide where he ends up.  Iziraa, please find comfortable quarters for Mister Minol, and you can spend time talking with him, if you want.”

“Yes, sir, and I would like to talk with him.”  Her antennae bouncing, Iziraa left the bridge.  Hok took her place at main tactical.

A meeta kitten, thought Kirby.  Ha!  There was a satisfied smile on his face.