“Carter, can you pass me the flux coupler, please?” Tierra asked from where she lay across the floor of transporter room seven. 

Complying, Westerham passed the tool to Tierra. He had his tricorder out and was scanning the pattern buffer. “That seems to have done it, commander.”

Pushing herself up and out of the mess they had made, the Deltan chief engineer went to the primary console and checked to ensure the work was done there. “Good, seven done, another thirteen to go!” She said with a proud smile as she collected her tools. “Seriously, Carter, I have no issue with you taking a team of your own and working on the other transporters.”

Westerham nodded to her. “I appreciate that, commander; I do, but I’m not feeling quite myself yet.”

Tierra logged out of the transporter control systems and gestured for them to get going. She felt for Westerham. Lieutenant Commander Carter Westham was a striking figure, particularly his deep dark brown eyes, which were both intense and charming. His short, almost bald, black hair was starting to grey in places, giving him an air of distinction and wisdom. However, behind the facade was a man who had, only days ago, appeared to have been shot in front of the entire senior staff by his wife. In fact, it wasn’t him. A changeling infiltrator had taken his place before Banfield’s appointment to the Odyssey; ever since then, it had taken over from the changeling that had replaced Commander Karyn Reyas. After being rescued from a site, the changelings were using to store their victims, Westerham had been reunited with his wife and children. He had wanted to return to duty with his wife. Westerham had put himself forward when a new senior assistant chief engineer was required.

“I get that, Carter, but it’s been a few weeks since Frontier Day. Surely you’re still not believing that some of the crew think you are a changeling infiltrator?” 

Giving her a knowing look, Westerham walked by her side as they made their way down the corridor towards transporter room eight. “It’s not just that, Tierra; it’s more the cadets. They were tricked by my doppelgänger for months. How am I supposed to gain people’s trust knowing that everything they said and did was not genuine?”

“Is that why you refused the captain’s officer to resume duties as the lead training officer?” Tierra asked as they turned down a corridor. 

“Can you blame me?” Westerham replied. “Being an engineer is something I know I can do and do well.”

Tierra smiled at him. “Well, you’ll have no excuse from me in agreeing to take on the role. Someone with your experience is certainly a bonus for me. I surprised though you agreed to it and not take a chief engineer spot elsewhere.”

Tugging on the back of his ear, Westerham nodded to her point. “Corella and I did discuss it, she was offered command of the Triton once it was operational, and I would go with her to be her chief engineer. However, she and I both felt we wanted to rebuild with what was lost here on the Odyssey.” 

“That’s very decent of you,” Tierra replied with a smile. “And truth be told, I’m not surprised that Corella was offered the Triton. She mentioned it to me before Frontier Day.”

“She’s certainly developed a sense of loyalty with Fleet Captain McCallister,” Westerham commented. “He seems like a genuinely good guy.”

“He is,” Tierra confirmed. “And I owe him big for my promotion.”

“Oh, why’s that?”

They eventually entered the next transporter room, and Tierra answered him. “Starfleet wouldn’t let him promote me before Frontier Day. Turns out their responses to me needing more time under my belt was a changeling’s bullshit. Something to do with them promoting specific individuals who were their agents in critical locations stopped them from allowing almost everyone else.” She sighed. “Fleet Captain McCallister pushed through my promotion and a few more after Frontier Day. Citing that Starfleet needed more experienced officers in higher ranks.”

“Well, it’s certainly deserved,” Westerham stated. “From what Corella tells me, you’re one hell of an engineer.”

“Thanks, Carter; I hear the same about you,” She replied as she went over to the transporter controls and disengaged the transporter pad from operational use. “We should upload the new software before adjusting the targeting scanners and pattern buffers.”

“I’ll work on the upload,” Westham offered. “I’m more than happy to shadow you and enjoy the marvels this massive ship has to offer.”

“The Odyssey is one of the finest ships in the fleet,” She replied. “We’re lucky we didn’t lose her to the Borg.”

“Corella said that during your attempts to survive when the auto-destruct didn’t work, you found a way to bypass some of the control lockouts and divert power to the shields?” Westerham said as he worked on the primary console.

Tierra nodded as she started to pull one of the transporter pads apart on the central platform. “It wasn’t just me that figured it out; Reuben and Lukiz were involved too. Without it, I’m sure the Odyssey would have been more damaged, and we would have lost more people.”

 “Talking of Commander Gray, why didn’t he take the job of senior assistant chief engineer?” Westerham inquired; the computer beeped at him, verifying the upload he had started was complete. He began to install the new software. “The software is being installed now.”

“Great, just make sure, like we did on the last couple, that there aren’t any remnants of the Fleet Formation code in the main transporter operating system or any other Borg viruses,” Tierra instructed before answering Westerham’s previous question. “Don’t be offended, Carter, but I did ask Reuben to consider being my deputy after the death of Lieutenant Costella. And he did think about it, but once the captain confirmed we would be returning to the Delta Quadrant, Gray changed his mind. He wanted to use what he knew more in the field, especially when the captain expanded his team by tripling it.”

“Yes, I hear that the captain has doubled the crew size from before,” Westerham remarked. “Did he explain why?”

Tierra shrugged. “I think after what happened to us last time in the Delta Quadrant, where a majority of the adults were kidnapped, I think he wants to make sure there are enough people around to avoid anything disastrous from happening again. Plus, I reckon he wants to keep the Odyssey in the Delta Quadrant longer, to avoid Starfleet continuing to pull us back home.”

“A wise precaution,” Westerham said. “Well, I appreciate it, as my children are joining us for their cadet cruise.”

Tierra turned around to hear that. “Oh, Corella never mentioned that to me. I take it Brook and Athena will share quarters with you guys?”

Westerham chuckled. “No, they’ve already told us they plan to bunk up with the other cadets from their squadron. Even though I’m not the lead trainer, I think they still want to remain one of the ‘cadets’ with the others who don’t have their parents around.”

“I know that feeling,” Tierra chuckled, “Both of my two are preparing to take the entrance exams.”

“Well, they’ll be in good hands. I hear Captain Reyas is a former instructor before she was the chief science officer here.” Westerham said as he passed a tool to Tierra, anticipating her needs.

“Yeah, like you, another former crewmember replaced and found safe and sound,” Tierra stated. “I’ve not seen the captain so happy, especially after we all thought she died saving the ship from a temporal anomaly. Karyn will enjoy her new role in leading the cadets; even more so, it means she can take the Telemachus out for several spins. She fell in love with it during our mission in the Delta Quadrant in locating Tkon technology.”

“The Tkon?” Westham quizzed. “I think I’ve missed that one.”

“Oh, it’s a great story,” Tierra said as she adjusted the pattern buffer. “Let me tell you about it.”

Fleet Captain McCallister poured himself another mug of tea, which was likely his third that morning. After placing the long, cylindrical teapot on the glass coffee table in his ready room, he sat down to enjoy his drink.

“Right, next order of business,” He said, sipping his tea and looking at the PADD in his hands. “New crew members. I want to hear what others think about the candidates I proposed, from either the Bellerophon or Triton.”

Sitting with him on the sofas in the corner of the room, where the senior most senior members of his crew. Captains Duncan, Banfield, Slyvexs and Horin, along with Commanders Tomaz and Court. Now that the ship was increasing its crew size to almost three thousand and five hundred people (that didn’t include the high number of civilians on board), the seven of them were meeting nearly every day before they left Starbase 38 to keep on top of matters. As a result, they all got used to these meetings and had their own spots in this alcove. McCallister always sat in the only armchair while Duncan and Court sat on the sofa against the wall with Horin beside Court. Opposite them, Slyvexs, Banfield and Tomaz were all perched. 

Duncan looked up and spoke first. “Are we keeping Jonarom at communications?”

“Yeah, he’s terrific, sir,” Tomaz agreed.

“I’ve already offered him the role permanently; he’s considering it,” McCallister shared.

“Is he old enough to hold a department head position on an Odyssey-class?” Banfield questioned.

“He’s a child genius, Corella,” Slyvexs reminded the second officer. “He was also a department head on the Bellerophon.”

“Yes, but the Odyssey is over three times bigger than the Bellerophon,” Banfield stated. “My worry is, can he cope with such a large staff?” 

“I don’t see it being an issue,” Court replied. “The department is pretty new and is an extension from Operations. He and Lukiz seem to have built up a good rapport, a sort of mentor role. I’m sure if we ask Lukiz to keep an eye, he’ll tell us if he is struggling.”

“That’s a good idea,” Horin said as she rubbed her belly. She was ready to give birth any day now but was still engaging with her duties until then. “And baby H agrees!” She pointed towards her abdomen. Her unborn child was known to engage in conversation by kicking or moving. The others all chuckled or smirked at the moment.

“Tobias, will you speak to Lukiz about Jonarom?” McCallister asked him, which solicited a nod from his Administrative Officer. “Okay, moving on, Louwanna, what do you think about your new deputy? Looks like we’ll need one any day now.” 

“Yeah, I like what I read about Lieutenant Hilgan,” Horin replied as she activated the holographic display to show his record. “Your brother highly rates him, and he appears eager to advance his career.”

“Sir, before we go any further, are you sure about all these younger, less experienced officers?” Banfield questioned again. She looked at McCallister seriously.

Relaxing back in his chair, McCallister had wondered who would ask that question. He wasn’t surprised it was Banfield.

“I have to agree with Corella. Most of these candidates are quite young and inexperienced,” Duncan stated. “Are we sure we don’t want to explore other more experienced officers?”

The fleet captain shook his head. “No, and I’ll tell you why. With the Triton and Bellerophon spending the next few months waiting to be repaired, I won’t let those in our squadron be transferred elsewhere. Horatio has tried his hardest to pick from those that will best fit on the Constitution, while I promised the others would join us.”

“But, sir, what we are trying to achieve with the Odyssey, is something we require experience for. Most of our deputy department heads are either full lieutenants or lieutenant commanders,” Duncan said. “I appreciate you feel like we owe them something-”

“Max, we do owe them,” McCallister said, shifting in his chair. “Those from the Bellerophon had to watch in horror as an error we made in mistaking a Dominion ship for something much bigger ripped their ship to pieces. Then those from the Bellerophon were left helpless as their captain gave her life to save them and over a billion Federation citizens. Do you honestly think I’m going to let them go?”

“I respect the sacrifice that the Bellerophon and Triton took for us during the Lost Fleet incursion,” Banfield stated, trying to keep the discussion calm. “But most of these only served on the Bellerophon.”

“As department heads who have all served in the Delta Quadrant,” McCallister reminded her. “I wouldn’t be considering any other junior officers for such positions. Plus, all of them will have someone more experienced supervising them.”

“Sadly, what happened during Frontier Day, where so many were killed, will require us, and the rest of Starfleet, to depend on more younger officers to step up,” Slyvexs stated. “It’s almost like the end of the Dominion War.”

“Indeed,” McCallister said, appreciating the support from the Denobulan doctor. “So, Louwanna, are you happy with Mister Hilgan?”

“Absolutely,” Horin replied. “Perhaps Max wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on him if I go into labour early, and he needs to step in sooner rather than later.”

Duncan nodded. He understood where McCallister was coming from and didn’t want to create an obstacle for him. “Of course, I’d be happy to.” Being the former chief counsellor, he knew what running such a large department was like.

“Next is senior assistant medical officer,” McCallister looked at Slyvexs. “Thoughts?”

“Oh, I am highly impressed with my new deputy,” Slyvexs said with a smile. “She has multiple medical degrees and has several shining references. Yes, I think Sarella and I will get on well.”

“Good,” McCallister looked down at his list. “Next, Reuben has requested that Lieutenant Commander Jayshon become the S-C-E’s deputy leader.”

“Any reason why Jayshon wasn’t picked for the Constitution?” Tomaz asked. “Surely, he has more experience?”

“He does,” Horin replied, “but he suffered horrendously during Frontier Day. He has been seeking psychiatric help to cope with it and feels he isn’t ready to be responsible for such a role at the moment.”

“That’s sad to hear,” Tomaz said with sympathy. “Is there anything we can do?”

Horin shook her head. “He needs time, and with the right help, I believe he will fully recover. It can be common for Tamarians to find such traumatic events difficult to process, and they need to find the right words to share their thoughts and feelings. For now, I think Jayshon being with Gray is an excellent pairing.”

“Kindred spirits of some sort?” Banfield question.

“Sort of. Jayshon needs to see that someone like Gray, who has undergone a traumatic experience himself, can come out on the other side and with him being a former Borg, Jayshon needs to understand that what he saw with those Borg on the Triton, people can turn their lives around eventually.” Horin shared.

“Wow, pretty deep stuff,” Banfield said.

“It is, but I believe he and Ensign Andar have a good relationship, too,” Horin stated.

“Talking of which,” McCallister said, moving the meeting forward and displaying Andar’s biography before them all. “Ensign Andar, the former chief flight control officer on the Triton. Rosle has requested he join her as our starfighter deputy. His records are impressive; he probably could rival T’Rani and Marova.” 

“He’ll be our first Phylosian. What adaptations would we need to make for his quarters?” Duncan asked.

“Nothing too serious, Max,” Slyvexs said with a smirk. “I’ll speak to Tierra about it.”

“Great,” Duncan replied; he looked at the next person on the list. “I see Karyn has agreed to the next person.”

Hearing his wife’s name made McCallister smile. “Yeah, she’s eager with her new job. Commander Jirani Edeena will make a great addition to the Academy staff. Any thoughts?”

Court spoke up. “Jirani seems like the right person to help Karyn keep those ninety-odd cadets in line,” He paused. “Including my son and godson.”

“And my two terrors,” Banfield said with a smirk. She looked down at Jirani’s biography. “Though, again, I’m surprised she’s not been eager to become a first officer on another ship.”

“Horatio did offer it to her, but she turned it down. What happened on the Bellerophon during the Borg uprise made her reconsider her career aspirations. She wants to work with cadets and teach them what she knows before she returns to the command track. At least this way, with them using the Telemachus as a training ship, she gets to be the first officer.”

“Good, I would hate to see that Frontier Day has forced some of our good people away from what they can achieve,” Banfield stated.

“I agree,” Slyvexs said with a nod.

“Then don’t we have an opportunity here on the Odyssey and on the other two ships to help those affected to get back on with their lives and enjoy what they signed up for?” Duncan asked.

“You’re right, Number One,” McCallister agreed. “There is only one direction, and that’s forward.”

“Let’s do it then!” Tomaz said with a grin.

“Right, next on the list, deputies for Corella, Lukiz and Marova,” McCallister stated, getting the conversation back on track. He smiled at the fact for the first time in weeks, he and his staff were planning something other than going into a battle with a phaser strapped to their sides or having to arm the ship’s torpedo launchers. However, more than this, he would do this with his wife again. Having Karyn back and taking over in training the cadets assigned to the Odyssey was just amazing. 

Everything was on track and going well for once. 

McCallister hoped it only got better for them all. They had reached rock bottom with the Borg and the Dominion. Now the only way was up. 

Surely? 

As Lieutenant Jonarom sat on a stall in The Barn, he swirled his drink around. Although he wasn’t particularly fond of the taste, he appreciated the vibrant green colour of the Aldebaran whiskey in his hands. This drink was as colourful as an Orion and packed a powerful punch that could knock one’s socks off like a Gorn.

“Mind if I join you, lieutenant?” A familiar voice asked. 

Looking over his right shoulder, the Ardanan communication officer was surprised to see Lieutenant Commander Jen standing before him. 

“Of course, sir,” Jonarom replied, gesturing to the stall beside him. 

Ordering the same as Jonarom’s drink, Jen sat down and thanked the holographic waiter after his drink arrived. “Jonarom, you seem a bit lonely. Is everything okay?”

Appreciating the question and sentiment, Jonarom nodded as he sipped his drink. “I will be, thank you. sir.”

Smirking at his formal response, Jen sipped his drink. “Jonarom,” He said after he swallowed. “I’ve told you before, drop the formalities when we’re off duty and drinking. So come on, tell me what’s bothering you?”

Knowing he wouldn’t get out of this if he didn’t share, Jonarom sighed before replying. “I got offered the permanent position of Chief Communications Officer.”

Jen nodded. “Yeah, I know. Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” Jonarom said glumly with a minor scoff, then realised that may have offended his superior. “I’m sorry; I don’t mean to sound so ungrateful. I hoped to return to the Bellerophon and return to my old job.”

Understanding the young man’s plight, Jen turned himself to face him. “Yeah, I suppose with what’s happened to the Bellerophon and Triton, things we all expected to happen haven’t quite turned out the way we wanted.” He sighed, sounding like he had the whole world’s burden on his shoulders. “However, Jonarom, you must admit, this new job brings challenges more than what you may have done on the Bellerophon.”

“I suppose,” Jonarom admitted. He looked to the joined Trill man. “I do appreciate the opportunity. I don’t want Fleet Captain McCallister not to know that, but I’m a scientist first.”

“And knowing Captain Banfield, I am sure she will be happy to provide opportunities for you to be still involved in experiments or investigations if you ask.”

He shook his head. “Nah, I don’t want to make our second officer think I can’t do the job or have the right mindset.”

“So what will you do?” Jen quizzed.

“Suck it up,” Jonarom shared. “I keep telling myself, I’m pretty young to be running a department on an Odyssey-class ship, so I’ve got to use this as an opportunity.”

“Absolutely,” Jen encouraged. “And being chief communication officer is no bad thing; I promise to be there for you throughout. Take it as a learning curve to explore and try something new. Get to know the science behind the technology, the science behind the languages, the science behind other species interact.”

“I suppose,” Jonarom nodded lightly. “Also, I heard that some of the Bellerophon’s senior staff are being assigned to the Odyssey. With the merging of the Bellerophon and Triton’s crew, some good has to come out of it.” The lieutenant paused, noticing Jen down his whole drink in one big gulp. “Are you okay, sir?”

Placing the glass down and ordering another one, Jen winced and shook his head slightly. “Let’s just say the merger between those two crews hasn’t worked out for me, on a personal note.”

“Oh? Did something bad happen?” Jonarom asked and then realised he shouldn’t have questioned his superior. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”

Jen chuckled. “Nah, it’s all okay, Jonarom,” He replied. ”I was seeing Commander Thaustin from the Triton, but we decided to call it a day with his reassignment to the Constitution. Dating over subspace and across ships wasn’t working for us.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Jonarom replied. He hadn’t met Commander Thaustin but knew he was a bit like Jonarom because he had been fast-tracked through his career. 

“Evening, boys,” greeted Lieutenant Commander Rosle as she walked across The Barn and sat beside Jen. “Lukiz, you promised me you’d wait for me before you started to drown your broken heart.”

Jen smirked at her as he gestured towards Jonarom. “I had to help our newest permanent comm’s officer celebrate his promotion.”

“Jonarom, that’s great news! Congratulations!” The starfighter pilot said as she jumped off her stall and hugged Jonarom. “Amazing; I’m so pleased you’re staying with us.”

Jonarom just smiled at her.

“I’m finally pleased that I’m not the new girl on the team!” Rosle mentioned as she sat back down on her stall just as her order of a Risan Sunrise appeared. Sipping the cocktail, she smiled at its sweet taste. “That’s yum,” She turned back to the other two. “To new beginnings and fresh starts for everyone!” She raised her glass, and they all clinked their glasses together.

After a few moments of silent drinking, Rosle broke it. “So, I went through the transporter today; I’m happy to say there’s no trace of Borg or being a changeling infiltrator in me. How about you guys?”

“I’m meant to go through it tomorrow once Doctor Slyvexs has checked it’s safe for my symbiont,” Jen replied. 

Feeling the other two looking at him, Jonarom just nodded. “I was one of the first to go through it in transporter room three.” He took another taste of his drink. “It was weird, like nothing I’ve experienced before. For the first time since Frontier Day, I kind of feel that I’m free of being a pawn in the Borg’s handiwork.”

Rosle nodded in agreement. “I bet it’s liberating.”

Wobbling his head side-to-side, Jonarom explained it was sort of, but it wasn’t stopping his nightmares of reliving what happened during that fateful day. “I’m just glad I’m not sharing quarters with anyone.” He added. 

Jen rested a supportive hand on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. “We’re here for you, Jonarom, especially since you’re one of us!”

Jonarom appreciated it. “Thank you, that’s kind.”

“Shall we see just how much he is one of us by taking him up for some karaoke?” The Tandaran pilot suggested with an almost cheeky grin plastered across her face.

Jen looked at Jonarom. “Jonarom, run now! Save yourself from Rosle’s obsession with singing; don’t worry about me; save yourself!” The Trill joked.

Rosle gently punched the Trill man on his upper arm for teasing her. “Hey, you enjoyed our duet last week; let’s make it a band with Jonarom!”

Knowing he may regret this, Jonarom was eventually convinced by Jen and Rosle to join them on the small stage behind them to sing a song. He wasn’t drunk enough to forget it, but he was drunk enough to agree to it. As he got up on the holographic stage, he turned to the other two just as Rosle handed him the mic and the backing track was selected. 

Maybe a musical distraction was needed.

“Chief Diplomatic Officer’s log stardate seven-eight-three-two-six-point-seven-five. The Calypso is only an hour away from the Barzan system. Commander Tomaz and I have successfully conducted a routine mission to Kessik Four to pick up a special package.”

“Morning, Craigen,” Tomaz grumbled as he stifled a yawn.

Turning around in the pilot’s seat, Flemen looked over his shoulder and greeted his friend with a smile. “Hey, sorry, did I wake you?”

Tomaz shook his head as he took the co-pilot’s seat. “Not at all; I wanted to be up before we reached Guardian Station.” He stretched his arms a bit. “How come you’re up as well? Normally, I’m the one waiting for you in The Auditorium for breakfast.”

Flemen chuckled. “It’s nothing serious, but I’ve found it oddly weird just how smooth our ride has been. I woke up about half an hour ago and couldn’t fall back to sleep, so I decided to get up and have a sonic shower.”

Tomaz raised his knees, resting them against the edge of the controls before him. “I know what you mean. This new captain’s yacht is smooth when she’s travelling at high warp.”

“You’re lucky the captain loaned it to you,” Flemen remarked. “Especially as it’s brand new.”

“I know,” Tomaz replied, emphasising his disbelief. “I know the captain said there were no other shuttles or runabouts to take that would get us to Kessik and back in time, but letting us take his new yacht out for a spin was something.”

“I’m sure he has plenty of other things on his mind right now, like the sudden return of his wife from the dead!” Flemen responded. “But letting you take the Calypso to retrieve our special guest was extremely nice.”

Tomaz nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it was.”

“Talking of which, how is my godson doing?” Flemen remarked.

Smirking like the proud dad he was, Tomaz looked at his friend. “He was so excited when he went to bed last night. I’m surprised he eventually slept.”

“It’s going to be good having the civilians back on the Odyssey,” Flemen stated.

“Ah, you may regret saying that when I start calling on you for babysitting duties!” Tomaz said with a chuckle.

Flemen turned to his friend. “You know I’ll do it in a heartbeat.” He turned back to the controls. “Plus, if I don’t do it, he’ll probably end up telling my folks that I’m not fulfilling my duties!”

Both men now chuckled.

“S’Tem certainly enjoyed himself with them; I appreciate them having him,” Tomaz said. “You’re a great friend, Craigen.”

“Hey, it’s not as if he could live with your folks on Barzan. I can’t see him wearing a gas mask for so long.” Flemen said. “Plus, my parents keep pestering my brother and me when we will make them grandparents. At least with S’Tem, I can give them a grand-godson.”

Tomaz agreed with a nod. “They certainly spoilt him, and I’m not sure I could ever thank them enough.”

“Don’t worry about it; I know my dad appreciated that bottle of Draylaxian whiskey you got him, and my mum loved the Tholian silk scarf,” Flemen replied. “And you know they’ll have him again!”

“I’ll remember that when he becomes a moody teenager,” Tomaz laughed. He stretched out a bit. “I’m going to grab a raktajino. You want one?”

Flemen nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good, thanks. My usual order, if you can.”

Tomaz got out of the chair and headed into the middle section to grab their drinks. “Computer, two raktajino, hot, one with double sugar and cream.” 

As the computer created his order, he picked them up and returned to the cockpit. Passing Flemen’s order to him, Tomaz retook his seat. “Marova told me that the entire auxiliary craft compliment on the Odyssey was being replaced before we returned to the Delta Quadrant.”

“No surprise there,” Flemen said as he sipped his Klingon coffee. “Every single shuttle and runabout we had before Frontier Day was either heavily damaged or destroyed as the crew attempted to escape.”

“Yeah,” Tomaz replied grimly as he drank his hot beverage. “Do you think it’s safe again?”

Flemen placed his mug down into the holder beside his controls before answering. “I hope so; with all of the new security measures being brought in, you’d expect we should be in a better position if anything else happens with the Borg or changeling infiltrators.”

“That’s a very diplomatic response, Craigen.” 

“I’m the ship’s diplomat!” Flemen replied with a smirk. “Did I hear right that the captain is considering having it as standard protocol while we’re in the Delta Quadrant that everyone on duty should be armed?”

Tomaz was surprised to hear that. “If he has decided that, then it’s news to me.”

“I hope not,” Flemen stated. “Though I understand if it was something he was entertaining. It’s not as if every mission we’ve taken while in the Delta Quadrant has gone to plan.”

“Planning to return to your role of being a messiah again, Craigen?” Tomaz teased.

Flemen shuddered. “I really do hope we don’t encounter any Pendari,” He paused as he tapped at the flight controls. “That said, we’ll probably have our hands full in peaking up the pieces with the Benthans.” 

Tomaz nodded. “Yeah, the captain is determined to extend an olive branch to them again when we return to the Swallow Nebula region.”

“And he wants to visit the Entharans too,” Flemen added. “I’ve been reading their trading protocols, and they make the Ferengi appear charitable.”

“Ouch,” Tomaz replied. “Talking of Ferengi, did you meet your new Legalistive Officer?”

“You meant Lieutenant Zec?” Flemen checked, which Tomaz nodded at. “Yeah, he seems very competent, but I read in his file that he’s a pretty decent engineer, too. I’m hoping Tierra doesn’t have any ideas about stealing him.”

“Well, I can’t see her doing that anytime soon,” Tomaz replied. “With the high number of new crewmembers we’re getting, we’ll be busy trying to remember so many new names and faces.”

  “And that doesn’t include the cadets,” Flemen remarked. “Our floating starbase nickname is certainly becoming more realistic.”

  Tomaz was about to answer when the door to the cockpit slid open, and he turned around to see his son standing in the doorway. The Romulan boy still wore his pyjamas and held on to his stuffed toy, Toby the Targ. 

“Hey, little man, what are you doing up so early?” Tomaz asked him as he got up and walked over to S’Tem.

“I’m hungry, Dad,” S’Tem answered as he rubbed his eye. 

“I think it’s a little bit too early to eat, mate,” Tomaz said as he kneeled beside his son. “Try and get back to bed and sleep more. It won’t be long until we get back to the Odyssey.”

“But I’m hungry, Dad,” S’Tem whined.

“Yeah, me too!” Flemen said as he got up and joined his friend and godson. 

“See, Dad, even Uncle Craigen is hungry!” S’Tem exclaimed as he rubbed his belly. “Please, can we have some breakfast!”

Realising he couldn’t win this one, Tomaz nodded and picked up his son to head back to the middle section of the ship. “What do you fancy?”

“Pancakes!” Flemen instantly replied. “With lots of syrup, sugar and other yummy things!”

“Yes, pancakes!” S’Tefe agreed, laughing at Flemen’s idea.

Sighing that he would likely have to clean up after not just his son but his friend, too, Tomaz looked at the two of them. “Okay, but we cannot leave any sticky marks on the captain’s new yacht.”

“Don’t worry, Tomaz, I’ll get some of our new junior officers to clean it up!” Flemen assured his friend as he went over to the replicator and started to order large quantities of pancakes. 

Tomaz closed his eyes, hoping that they returned the Calypso in the same condition that Fleet Captain McCallister gave it to them. 

For the first time in what felt like forever, Fleet Captain James Preston McCallister felt whole. Things were starting to get back on track for him, his ship, and hopefully everything else. Waking up with his wife in his arms, he cherished the moment. It had been over a year since she had gone, and that time apart had only made him miss him more and more. After spending time together, he told her about his time with Adale, the Brenari leader, and Karyn automatically forgave him. She understood the circumstances meant he didn’t know the truth, and she was fortunate enough to be found to have been replaced by that changeling. 

Leaving Karyn to sleep longer, McCallister had gotten up and made breakfast for everyone. It wasn’t long before his three sons had smelt the cooking that made them get up. It wasn’t long before Karyn joined them, and they were sat back around the table, like a family, enjoying their morning meal together. 

“I still can’t get my head around that we were living with an imposter,” Henri reacted as he took a bite out of his toast. “I mean a real-life changeling who really messed things up.”

“It’s crazy,” Theo agreed. “We kissed her goodnight. Yuck!”

James and Karyn both chuckled at Theo’s over-exaggerated reaction.

“Your mom and I were speaking last night, and we just want to make it clear that we get it that things may not return to normal for us all. It may take some time for us to adjust.” McCallister said after sipping on his mug of tea. He sat on one side of the long rectangular table while Karyn was on the opposite side. The boys were on either side. 

“Absolutely, and it’s important we all talk about how we are feeling about things and where things are going for us as a family,” Reyas added.

“So you’re going to return to duty?” Alfie asked his mother.

Reyas nodded before replying. “I was given the all clear by the doctors and counsellors back on Earth, and I’m going to see Doctor Slyvexs for a few more check-ups as well the counsellors here on the Odyssey.”

“Before any of you worry, that’s standard procedure, especially as your mom is now a Starfleet captain,” McCallister quickly said. He knew they would be concerned about why she was taking regular check-ups. “After a few weeks or months, as long as they’re happy, she won’t have to see them.”

“Well, if we’re going to be honest with one another, I’ve got some news,” Theo expressed as he placed his fork and knife down. He took a breath in. “I’ve been offered a place to study at the Pike City Performing Arts College on Cestus Three.” 

“Theo, that’s great news!” McCallister expressed with pride and a huge grin. 

“Congratulations, man!” Alfie said, patting his brother on the back.

Henri got out of his seat, ran around the table, and squeezed Theo tightly. “I’m so proud of you, Theo!”

Reyas had remained quiet at hearing the news; she just smiled, which was noticed by her husband.

After thanking his brothers, Theo told Henri to let go of him as he expressed that next bit. “The only issue I have is that if I’m to start there for next term, then I’ll need to leave the Odyssey before you depart for the Delta Quadrant.”

“When?” Reyas asked him.

Theo took a breath. “In four days, a transport heading to Cestus and the college said they’ll help us with accommodation.”

“Us?” McCallsiter repeated. “What do you mean by us?”

Theo looked at Henri, giving him a non-verbal cue to jump in.

Sighing, Henri knew he had to clarify what Theo said. “I’m going with Henri to Cestus Three.”

“Hang on, you’re doing what?” McCallister said, confused by that statement. “What do you mean you’re going with him?”

Henri looked at his father. “Dad, I got a scholarship at the University of Lakeside to study sports while playing for their soccer team.”

“When were you both going to tell me about this?” Alfie asked, now sounding upset that his brothers were moving on without him.

“We didn’t want to upset you, Alf,” Theo replied. “But with you enjoying your time training with Starfleet, Henri and I have had plenty of time to discuss things. We want to go to Cestus Three. We’ve got a two-bedroom place already sorted.”

McCallister looked at his wife, and for the first time since her return, he didn’t recognise the expression across her face. She almost appeared as if she didn’t care. He knew she did, but right now, she didn’t seem bothered or know what to say. Instead, he spoke up. “Are you both sure about this?” He asked. “You know you can do your studies from here on the Odyssey.”

Henri chuckled. “Dad, don’t take this the wrong way, but we love being on the Odyssey. It’s been our home, but it’s time we try something new.”

“And, if it helps, Aunt Laura has said she’ll help us move in. She and Uncle Conrad want to take a trip before he cannot travel. If you’re both okay with that?” Theo added.

“I’m glad to hear others in my family know before I do,” McCallister said sarcastically. He paused as he realised something. “Deja vu.”

“Deja vu?” Alfie questioned.

 McCallister nodded. “Yeah,” He chuckled. “I was in the same position with my parents when I and your uncles wanted to leave to join Starfleet.” 

“You said that Nan and Granddad were against it,” Alfie stated.

“They were,” McCallister said with a couple of nods. He looked at Theo and Henri. “If you’re mother agrees, then you’ve got our blessings. But I want to see everything. From your applications to the state of this place you have to your travel itinerary. Everything!” He looked at Reyas. “Karyn, what do you think?”

Reyas nodded. “I think if it’s what the boys want, then we can only guide them for so long.” She smiled sweetly. 

“So, are you guys saying we can go?” Henri checked.

Like his wife, McCallister nodded after a hesitation. “Sure, but we will lay down some rules about staying in touch.”

Theo and Henri got very excited and got out of their chairs to hug their father and mother before squeezing Alfie almost to death. 

“Who knows, Dad, I may change my profession and become a famous baseball player for the Pike City Pioneers!” Theo stated.  

“Then I expect front-row seats for us all to see you playing,” McCallister stated. “Even if I have to steal a transwarp drive, we’ll be there to see your first game, whatever sport it is!” 

So much for being whole, McCallister thought.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” Tobias said, looking at his husband in between the candlelight. Tobias raised his glass of wine and offered a toast to them, but Max’s mind was elsewhere. “Max,” Tobias said more firmly, getting his husband’s attention.

“What?” Max replied, blinking a few times after snapping out his daze. Realising that Tobias was holding up his drink, he dropped his fork and picked up his glass. “I’m sorry, Tobie.”

Tobias noticed Max’s distraction and reached to place a comforting hand on his. He knew what was worrying him. 

Max was still grappling with the traumatic events of Frontier Day, where their sons were partially assimilated into Borg Drones. Despite their rescue and return to normalcy, Max couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt and worry. To add to that, the discovery that his father, who he thought was dead, was actually replaced by a changeling, only added to Max’s stress. His father was alive and had returned to his duties as an admiral. In fact, his mother and father had rekindled where they had last left off. 

“Talk to me, Max,” Tobias pleaded. His voice was filled with genuine concern. 

Max let out a deep sigh, feeling grateful for Tobias’s support. “I’m sorry, Tobie. I just can’t seem to shake off this feeling. I want to enjoy our evening together, but my mind won’t let me.”

The holodeck was the perfect setting for a romantic evening, and the two men were making the most of the privacy they rarely got on the Odyssey. They had chosen a Parisian restaurant setting, complete with dim lighting, soft music, and a beautiful view of the city skyline. The ambience was perfect for a quiet evening away from the hustle and bustle of their Starfleet duties.

They had both decided to dress in simple civilian attire for the occasion. It was a refreshing change from their usual Starfleet uniforms; they both looked handsome. Max had opted for a tight-fitting black shirt with a floral pattern paired with grey trousers. The shirt was open-buttoned, giving a glimpse of his chest. He had made an effort to look good for his husband, Tobias, who was equally well-dressed in a white shirt and pale blue suit jacket with matching trousers. 

The candlelight flickered across their faces, glowing warmly on their skin. Knowing it could be some time before they returned to some normality, Tobias’ grip on Max’s hand got tighter as he squeezed it to provide more reassurance. “I understand, but try not to allow what has happened to get the better of you. Let’s focus on this moment and take each day and each moment as it comes.”

Max chuckled at Tobias’ attempts to cheer him up. He squeezed his husband’s hand back. “Listen to you; you’re starting to sound more and more like a counsellor.”

Smirking, Tobias leaned across the table and kissed his husband. “I had a great teacher,” He said before pressing his lips against Max’s. The moment was filled with tenderness and warmth, a welcome relief to Odyssey’s first officer. 

The soft music in the background changed to a romantic melody. Tobias stood up, extending his hand to Max. “May I have this dance?”

Knowing he couldn’t refuse him, Max nodded and got up, placing his serviette on the table. Max’s heart swelled with love as they slowly danced to the music. In that moment, he forgot about his worries and felt only the warmth of Tobias’s embrace. 

“This is nice,” Max commented softly into Tobias’ ear.

“It is,” Tobias agreed as he pulled Max closer. “You’ve got to remember whatever the universe throws at us, we deal with it together. Always.”

“Always,” Max echoed. 

“And you know, even though your parents are visiting us before we launch, it doesn’t have to be awkward,” Tobias stated. “You said it yourself to the boys the other night; this is good.”

“I know,” Max said, pulling back softly and looking deeply into his husband’s eyes. “It’s just weird.”

“We’re Starfleet officers,” Tobias reminded him, “Weird is part of the job, right?”

“Okay, who invited Admiral Janeway to our dinner?” Max teased with another smirk.

“You really need to stop reading the Voyager logs while they were in the Delta Quadrant,” Tobias teased. “You’re becoming a Voyager dork.”

“Nothing wrong in reminiscing over the greats,” Max stated.

“Yeah, but it’s not really Shakespeare, is it?” Tobias chuckled back.

“Oh, so you want me to be more like Admiral Picard?” Max asked, still grinning.

“I just want my husband,” Tobias said with a bigger grin. 

“Wow, you are so cheesy, Tobias Finlay Duncan-Court!” 

“Would you have me any other way?”

Max hesitated to reply, and before he did, he was interrupted by a call coming over the intercom. Their son, William’s voice, followed.

“Sorry to interrupt your date night, but I just needed to remind you that I need you both to sign that permission slip for tomorrow’s field trip to the Barzan moon base!”

Tobias replied. “Don’t worry, William; I’ve already signed it and sent it to Principal Chiva.”

“Thanks, Dad; now I’ll leave you both in peace to carry on smooching on the holodeck. See you later!”  William closed the channel from his end, not allowing either of his fathers to respond.

Both Max and Tobias laughed at their youngest’s end of his call. Before they could resume their work, the intercom went off again. This time, it was their eldest, Jordan.

“So before either of you get mad with me, I just want to remind you that I’m staying over at Alfie’s tonight as we’re going to pull an all-nighter on our presentation about the history of the Bajoran wormhole.”

“We remember, Jordan, just don’t forget your manners,” Max answered. 

“Awesome, see you both tomorrow for breakfast!” Jordan replied before closing the channel.

“Do you think we will ever have a normal marriage?” Max asked his husband as they started to dance again.

“As I said, we’re in Starfleet. It’s always weird!”

Max rolled his eyes at his husband before replying. “Oh, be quiet, Admiral Janeway!”

“Anything you say, Admiral Picard!”

“Welcome aboard the Odyssey!” spoke the charming young woman who stood before the transporter platform. “I’m Cadet Beatrice Grant, and I have been assigned to welcome you both to your new assignment.”

The two figures that had been materialised onto the pad looked at one another and then back to the young woman before her. The young man smiled and extended his hand out towards her. “Hi, I’m Brook-”

“Cadet Brook Westerham-Banfield,” Beatrice said, shaking his hand firmly before dropping it. “Yes, I know who you are,” Straight away, she had noticed his flirtatious behaviour before she ignored it and placed her focus on the other person. “You’re Athena. You’re both twins.”

Nodding and smirking at the cadet, Athena Westerham-Banfield extended her hand towards Beatrice. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” She chuckled a bit as they shook hands. “Seeing someone point my brother down within a few seconds of his arrival has been the highlight of my day.”

Beatrice copied the smile. “Then we are going to get along while.”

“Hey!” Brook defended himself. “I wasn’t flirting.”

“Oh please, Brook, it was too obvious,” Athena rolled her eyes. “I’m assuming there’s no one else here to greet us?”

“I’m afraid Captain Reyas, our new training lead, is in a staff meeting, but she assigned me to bring you both on board and give you the tour of our accommodation,” Beatrice replied. 

Both cadets appeared let down by that statement.

“Shall we?” Beatrice said with a warm smile, gesturing towards the door before thanking the transporter chief as they moved out. 

 Pulling their bags over their shoulders, the twins followed their tour guide out as she started to talk about the Odyssey. 

“Though she was the prototype for the Odyssey-class, I can assure you that the accommodation you’ll be staying in isn’t like a California-class or even a Galaxy-class starship. Cadets share quarters, but the only real sharing you will be doing is the shared living space.” Beatrice explained.

“We get our own rooms?” Brook asked with excitement.

“In most cases, yes, but with Fleet Captain McCallister expanding our crew size before we return to the Delta Quadrant, some cadets have agreed to share a room,” Beatrice replied. “I hear neither of you have decided to share with your parents?”

Athena shook her head. “No, I’ve enjoyed my independence to have my mother or father breathing down my neck again.”

“Likewise,” Brook added cheekily, raising his eyebrows. Obviously, he was insinuating something more than what his sister meant in regard to what he did without his parents’ knowledge.

Beatrice looked at Brook and shook her head before turning to speak to his sister. “Is he always this cheesy?”

“Only with people he likes the looks of,” Athena whispered. “Take it as a compliment; eventually, he will tire and chase something else with a pulse.”

“Well, Athena, you’ll be lucky to hear that you’ll share with me.” Beatrice shared.

“I’m happy to share with you!” Brook added.

“Brook, enough!” Athena told him sternly, making her sound like her mother.

Appreciating the help, Beatrice looked at Athena. “Don’t worry, I appreciate the attention.”

“Oh, why? Is there not someone here you like?” Athena asked, intrigued as they entered a turbolift.

After the doors closed behind them and Beatrice had called for them to take them to their destination, she replied with a wry smile. “There was, or is, his leaving the ship soon.”

“Sounds complicated,” Athena replied. “Though I think everyone is feeling that way after Frontier Day.”

Brook shuddered at the mention of that event. “I never thought I’d be happy to be stuck by the Paulson Nebula. The thought of becoming a Borg gives me the creeps,” He said.

“Yeah, it wasn’t the best experience,” Beatrice said quietly.

Realising she had endured it, Athena placed a reassuring hand on Beatrice’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Beatrice, we should have been more sympathetic. I forgot how much the Odyssey endured, and you guys were actually at ground zero with it.”

“Watching the captain stun his own son on the bridge will certainly be with me for some time,” Beatrice admitted. 

“The captain’s son?” Athena questioned.

Beatrice nodded. “Yeah, Alfie, he’s a cadet too. In fact, he and his brothers all grew up on the Odyssey. Alfie is one of the triplets.”

“Triplets?” Brook repeated. “I’ve never been with triplets before!”

“Brook!” Athena cursed his name and glared at him. “Keep it in your pants for one moment!” She shook her head. “I’m sorry; I swear his Klingon libido controls his brain more than anything.”

Beatrice chucked. “It’s okay, but Alfie is a great guy. I’ll make sure to introduce you both to him and his brothers before they leave.”

 “Leave? Where are they off to?” Athena asked.

“Henri and Theo are moving to Cestus Three. Henri has a sporting thing while Theo has been accepted to some music college.” She smiled. “Theo is a great singer and musician and normally performs in The Auditorium.” She blushed.

“Sounds like Theo is going to be leaving some fans behind,” Athena said as she noticed what Beatrice had said and joined the dots herself. Theo was obviously the one that Beatrice meant earlier. “Were there many cadets who got shot by the captain?” She asked, changing the subject.

Beatrice chuckled. “Only those of us on the bridge, I think Captain Duncan and Commander Court had to deal with their son, too.”

Athena nodded as she listened. “Captain Duncan is the first officer, right?”

 “Yes, that’s right. He’s married to Commander Court, and the Jupiter Signal also took over their son, Jordan.” Beatrice informed before sighing again. “Jordan’s another great guy.”

“More competition for me?” Brook asked.

Beatrice rolled her eyes again. “Jordan is sweet, though completely oblivious to most things. He and Alfie are joined at the hip as best friends. They do everything together, but they’re good friends of mine. In fact, I would say they have been of enormous help to me in dealing with what happened on Frontier Day. I don’t think any of us will be the same again.” 

“Try finding out your father was replaced by a changeling!” Brook counted.

“Brook!” Athena swore. “Jeez, read the room, will you?” She exclaimed. 

Beatrice smacked her forehead. “I forgot that you both went through that, too,” She paused. “All of us were shocked when Commander Westerham turned out not to be himself. I’m glad your father is safe now. The real one, that is.”

 Athena chuckled. “Me too,” She paused. “Talking of which, do you know where our parents are?”

As if on cue, the doors opened straight away; standing before them were Captain Banfield and Commander Westerham.

“Right where you need them!” Banfield replied with a smirk as she pulled her arms around her children as they approached her. “It’s good to see you both.”

“It’s good to see you too,” Athena paused and whispered to her mother. “Do we call you by your rank or your other job?”

Banfield chuckled. “You can call me Mom for now, but it’s Captain Banfield in front of everyone else!” 

After their brief reunion, Banfield explained that their father was still working in engineering but was planning a huge meal for later. “Please tell me you’ll come.”

“I’m not saying no to a home-cooked meal!” Brook told his mother.

“Good,” Banfield said, still smiling. She turned to Beatrice. “Cadet, I expect you to ensure these two do not get lost in finding my quarters.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Beatrice nodded with a smile.

Seeing her children not pleased with that, Banfield winked at Beatrice. “And I’m going to leave you all be, as I don’t want to cramp anyone’s style while you settle in.” After saying her goodbyes and kissing them both, Captain Banfield left her children and their guide.

“I’m sorry about that,” Athena said. “I promise you, we love our parents, but having the distance does help.”

“I get it,” Beatrice replied. “My parents are both Starfleet officers, serving on Deep Space Nineteen.”

Eventually, they arrived at Brook’s quarters. Beatrice explained his roommate would be joining him soon. “Cadet Jameel is in the process of moving in, too.”

“Ah, cool, we’ll have much in common then!” Brook hoped.

After leaving him in his quarters, Beatrice showed Athena to their shared quarters. “I hope you don’t mind,” Beatrice stated, “my former roommate left abruptly and never returned.”

Athena turned around after looking at her new home. It was bigger than she imagined. Almost the exact size of her room back in her home on Mellstoxx. The only thing she didn’t have was her annoying brothers and her parents. “This is perfect, Beatrice, thank you.”

The door chime went off, and Beatrice responded to it. The doors opened to reveal too young men in similar cadet uniforms.

“Ah, just on cue,” Beatrice said, smiling. “Athena, let me introduce you to the two who keep me out of trouble and are my knights in shining armour – Cadets Alfie McCallister-Reyas and Jordan Duncan-Court.”

Looking at both cadets with a friendly expression, Athena extended her hand to them both. She could see why Beatrice liked them and knew straight away her brother would want to meet them both immediately. They were both cute. “It’s nice to meet you, and I’m glad I’m not the only double-barrelled name cadet on this cruise who has their parents on the senior staff.”

“It’s certainly a conspiracy that we’ve all been brought together,” Alfie joked. 

Jordan turned to his friend. “It’s no conspiracy, Alf; our dads run this ship.”

Alfie shook his head at his friend, not getting his humour. “Jord, man, I’ve told you before; stop ruining my jokes.” He turned back to Athena. “But, yeah, a few of us here are fortunate to have our parents around.”

“Everyone does love a bit of narcissism!” Jordan said, trying to sound funny.

“Nepotism, not narcissism, Jord!” Alfie corrected him. He turned back to Beatrice. “Beatrice, I’m going to take this one away now before he puts his foot in it anymore, but don’t forget to come to The Auditorium tonight! Theo’s last big going-away concert is happening; we’re all meeting in The Barn for drinks first!” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t miss it for the world,” Beatrice replied as Alfie pushed Jordan towards the door. 

Alfie looked at Athena, “It was great meeting you, Athena! You should come along tonight!”

“Thanks, nice meeting you both and yeah, sure, I’ll be there!” Athena said, smiling, and the moment the two of them left, she turned to Beatrice. “Now, I need to find a way to get out of dinner with my parents.”

“And that’s why I didn’t want my field studies on Deep Space Nineteen!” Beatrice said before offering to help her unpack.

Athena accepted the offer, went to her room, and smiled at the single bed in it. It was small but cosy. This was her sanctuary, away from her parents and her brother. After dropping her bag, she laid down on it and wondered if it was too late to request a transfer to another field assignment. 

“Westerham to Cadet Athena Westerham-Banfield.” spoke her father over the intercom.

Damn, she thought, it was too late!

As Keli finished getting ready for the evening’s entertainment, she took a moment to admire her reflection in the mirror. She ensured her hair was perfectly styled, her makeup was flawless, and her outfit was impeccable before leaving her quarters. With a confident smile on her face, she was ready to enjoy the night ahead. Tonight’s event would be something special—the crew’s last night in the Alpha Quadrant before they returned to the Delta Quadrant. Tomorrow afternoon, the Barzan wormhole would re-open for them to journey through.

“Madam Chief Security and Tactical Officer, you look fantastic!” spoke Jirani, walking down from the other end of the corridor.

Still beaming with pleasure, Keli met Jirani halfway. The Bajoran woman, who was now joining them to help teach the new young cadets, was dressed just as glamorous as she was. “Why, thank you, Edeena, you look fantastic too!”  

Being the former chief security and tactical officer of the Bellerophon, the two women had a shared backstory and one that Keli hoped would become a strong friendship. Thankfully, the two of them had their quarters along the same corridor. 

Jirani had her normal long blonde hair tied up into a bun while she wore a glamorous party outfit. It was a long black sleeveless slim waist jumpsuit with a rhinestone pattern along the front. 

“Are Marova and Jisaraa meeting us there?” Jirani asked as they walked side-by-side towards the turbolift.

Keli nodded, “Yes, and I invited Sarella to join us too,” She said, mentioning Jirani’s former shipmate. 

“Oh good, I’m pleased she’s coming,” Jirani said, smiling. “I’ve been worried she would keep to herself since we transferred to the Odyssey.”

“I bumped into her earlier this morning on deck nine with Jisaraa and invited her to join us,” Keli explained. “She seemed more eager to come when I said you’ll be there.”

“She’s a former Bellerophon-er, I’m sure she’ll be up for it,” Jirani said.

Keli looked at Jirani, “I thought we said we weren’t going to try and make Bellerophon-er a thing?” 

Jirani chuckled. “I suppose you’re right; the Odyssey is my new home.”

Keli shook her head as the turbolift doors opened as they approached it. “No, it’s not just that; it just sounds like too much of a mouthful to say.” 

After entering The Auditorium, Keli explained to Jirani how this type of gathering had become quite a regular thing on the Odyssey over the last few years. The crew were known to put on a huge event, whether to celebrate a diplomatic affair or a significant achievement. It was their way of enjoying the fruits of their labour.

“We did something similar on the Bellerophon,” Jirani had said as they made their way through the crowded room, “but nothing on this scale.”

The Auditorium was packed. Music was being played heavily in the background while the lighting in the room had been darkened to set the mood. Drinks and food were being handed out by a range of servers. Keli found their comrades exactly where she had planned to meet them. Sitting in one of the booths, already enjoying a round of drinks, were Jisaraa, Marova and Sarella. Again, they all were dressed up for the occasion. After brief hugs, Keli offered to go and grab drinks for her and Jirani at one of the bars. 

Wading back through the crowd, Keli got through before she got to the bar and ordered five Risan Coladas. 

“Wow, five Risan Coladas, you must be wanting to enjoy your evening!” spoke a voice across from the bar.

Keli looked down and saw Reuben Gray leaning against the bar with a Saurian brandy in his hands. “Don’t worry, commander,” she replied with a smile. “They’re not all for me!”

 “I hope not; I’m not sure the captain would appreciate having his security chief with a hangover in the morning!” Gray smirked.

Keli hadn’t noticed how handsome Gray was before, even with his Borg ocular implant above his eye. She pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear before responding to him. “I’m sure he’ll feel the same about his S-C-E unit leader.”

“Touché, commander, touché,” He replied with a smirk before sipping his drink. 

He looked around, and for the first time, Keli realised how lonely he looked. She took a deep breath, knowing she may be spoiling the vibe she was trying to achieve with the other four, but Keli knew that she was a sucker for seeing someone by themselves and knowing she could do something about it. “Reuben, do you fancy joining us?” 

Though everything they had gone through on Frontier Day, the crew of the Odyssey did owe a lot to Gray. His link with the Borg saved several lives, and his quick thing and ingenious solutions with Tierra ensured the ship came out of it still in one piece – compared to some other Odyssey-class starships, including the Federation’s flagship. Keli hated seeing that even after all of that and how hard he had worked in the last few months to start rebuilding his life, some on the Odyssey still had an issue with an exB. 

“I don’t want to intrude on anything,” He replied, his gratitude coming through his tone.

She shook her head. “It’s no issue at all, as long as you don’t mind spending your evening with five very beautiful women.”

“How can I say no?” Gray replied as he offered to help carry her drinks over for her to the others.

After telling the others that he was joining them, Keli was pleased none of the others had an issue; instead, Jirani had made room for Gray between her and Keli. 

Corbin leant forward, took her drink, and passed another one to Jisarai. “So, Keli, tell me again, why is there a stage in the middle of the room?” The Betazoid doctor asked.

Keli spoke up a bit louder so they could all hear her above the crowd and the music playing across the room. “It’s for the band playing later,” She answered.

“Are they any good?” Jirani asked.

Before she could reply, Jisarai spoke up. “Hell yeah! They rock!” The Orion woman said. 

Marova then cheered them on more. “The captain’s son is the lead singer. He broke my heart when he sang the song his parents had at their wedding a few months ago.”

“Which one?” Gray asked.

“Which one, what?” Keli asked him, confused by his question.

“Well, doesn’t the captain have more than one son? And I’m assuming we’re talking about the fleet captain’s sons, not Captains Duncan, Banfield or Slyvexs!”

Keli chuckled, “It’s Theo,” She answered. “From what I hear, tonight is his last night.”

“Yeah, his mother was talking about him and his other brother, Henri, moving to Cestus Three to pursue their dream courses in music and sports, respectively,” Jirani added. “I feel for her. She’s just come back from the dead, she’s starting to get her life back together with them, and two of her sons are leaving home.”

“Captain Reyas still has her other son, Alfie, remaining. He’s a good kid, and Captain Reyas was a tough cookie before she was captured by the Changelings.” Keli said with a fondness for her superior.

“It’s not easy rebuilding a life that was taken away from you, but it’s worth it,” Gray remarked.

“I agree,” Jirani said. “And here’s to building a new life here on the Odyssey!” She toasted by raising her glass up.

Keli saw Gray smiling, just as the others did. She joined the toast as they clinked glasses and looked forward to the next chapter on the Odyssey with them.

“Captain’s personal log stardate seven-eight-three-three-two point eight. A moment I have dreaded for almost seventeen years has now arrived. Henri and Theo are leaving to pursue their dreams elsewhere. Though I am excited for them as they start this new exciting chapter in their lives, I am gutted to be saying goodbye to them.”

Entering the transporter room with his entire family in tow, James was surprised to see many familiar faces waiting for them. His entire senior staff, along with a number of others who had seen his sons grow up into the young men they were now. Grateful and proud, James thanked them all by smiling and placing his right hand on his chest where his heart was. He was touched by the gesture for them all to give his sons a final send-off.

He turned around to see Henri and Theo smiling at the turnout; James matched their smiles and saw Karyn, his wife, holding back the tears as she held on to Alfie’s arm for dear life. Handing over their carry-on bags, James gave each of his departing sons a strong hug and wished them all the best. It was hard to say goodbye to them. He had relied on his son a lot in the recent year or so. Henri’s wicked sense of humour when they would play a game of basketball or spring ball together, and he would let his son win. Theo’s way of entertaining him with either a song he had learnt or showing off something creative he had made. 

“Now promise me both, the moment you get to Cestus Three, you call your aunt. She said she would meet you both at the Pike City docking port.” James said to them both.

Henri rolled his eyes while Theo promised one more time they would do as they were told – both embarrassed by their father’s overbearing nature. They both turned around and said one more goodbye to Karyn; she hugged and kissed them tightly. Once they were finished, James moved over to wrap his arm around her as the boys went over and hugged Alfie. After they let go of him, Alfie (like his mother) held back the tears and appreciated an arm across his shoulders from his friend Jordan. At the same time, Beatrice placed her arm around his waist. 

Like an echo from the night before, everyone cheered the two McCallister boys. After Theo and his band performed their last song during the evening’s celebrations, the crowd had gone mad in clapping and calling out for more. Theo had called Alfie and Henri up on the stage, and the three of them had performed an Earth song from the early twenty-first century. Theo played the acoustic guitar while he joined in singing with both of his brothers. The song told a story of someone willing to go anywhere and do anything to be with the person they love. They all ended it, singing perfectly the line ‘I’ll Go Wherever You Will Go’. It was the perfect send-off for them.  

Eventually, Henri and Theo took their place on the transporter pad, and James looked over at the controls where Court stood. The former master chief petty officer had helped raise his sons when James had a brief reassignment off the ship. Court had become their godfather through that. 

“Energise, Uncle Tobie,” Henri called out.

“And don’t you dare let Alfie change our progress in Captain Proton!” Theo added.

The room filled with chuckles. Captain Proton had been the holo-series Court had played with them when they were old enough. He was Captain Proton with his sidekicks, the Angelic Triplets.  

Court shook his head and pushed the controls upward, and the transporter beam wrapped around the two McCallister boys and beamed them to their transport. 

Moments later, James was left standing with Karyn and Alfie. Their family had changed, and he felt like he wasn’t ready for what awaited them. Things were changing, but James couldn’t work out whether this was for the best or not. 

“Captain on the bridge,” Duncan announced from the centre of the room as McCallister charged across it from his ready room.

The change in formality was a welcome one for Fleet Captain James Preston McCallister. He had freshened up after saying goodbye to Henri and Theo and now walked onto the massive bridge in a slightly upbeat mood. Ready to get underway and return to where he desired to explore again, McCallister smiled at everyone assembled. 

“So here we are again,” He said, remaining positive. Looking at the communications station, he signalled to Jonarom to get the dockmaster and request permission for them and the squadron to get underway.

A few seconds later, Jonarom spoke up. “Sir, we’re clear to get underway, and Captains McCallister and Cambil report the Constitution and Themis are ready to join us.”

“Thank you, lieutenant,” McCallister said before he ordered Marova to take them out as he sat down in his chair.

Once all three ships had left the safe confines of Starbase 38, they approached the mouth of the Barzan wormhole. They and many other ships were lined up to enter it. McCallister was impressed to see so many ships returning to the Delta Quadrant. With Frontier Day now behind them, he wondered what awaited them across the galaxy. 

“Take us through and set a course for the Delta Quadrant!” McCallister commanded as the Barzan wormhole opened up, allowing the convoy of ships to enter it. 

Their journey of exploration was about to resume.