((Scoffa City, Warehouse District, Derganix))

Pretty Lady, Barka, and his body arrived  outside a nondescript warehouse on the western side of the Dergans 3rd largest City.

“You’re people are holding my people here. Not the most hi-tech or high security is it?”

It was too. They had a large electro magnetron device in the basement that would scramble the Ferengi’s transporters. A factor they had learned through observation over the years. As the three got a nodded from a large Dergan guarding the door, Lady noticed the sound of shuffled hooves above here and realized there were Dergans on the roof. When they got inside they noticed a mob of easily a few hundred Dergans. They all began to shuffle out of the way and make a corridor through their ranks when they saw that it was Barka who had come in.

At the end of the laneway through the mass of Dergans Lady could see a a group of Ferengi, some standing some couch, other prone, most showing sone signs of physical trauma. When they reached the middle, Lady saw her 3 medical staff, all sitting to the side. When they saw their CMO was with the other 2 Dergam they all rose to their feet and dusted themselves off.

“Those three are from our new Friends from the Federation Mago. I will release them now, you have done well rounding up the Ferengi though, the President sends his thanks.” The President had said no such thing, but Barka knew how to keep morale high.

“Apologies boss. You told us to round up the big eared newcomers. And a few of them sorta have big ears.” Mago said

“Ha, good fucking point, that’s on me actually.” Lady blurted out, realizing that the ked team in question had a Caitain, Vulcan/Bolian hybrid, and a Slaavari, all 3 species did in fact have larger then average ears.

“Who, are you?” Mago said with a quizzical look and a sidewaze tilt of his head.

“The name’s Pretty Lady, I’m the Chief…Healer from the Starship Blythe. I’m one of the newcomers from the Federation.” The Doc did her best impersonation of a bow/nod.

“I will release those three back to her. They are needed, elsewhere.” Barka said.

“Uh, yes boss, sure thing.” Mago walked over to the group, whispered to his compatriots who were guarding them and brought the 3 hostages back over to them.

“Let’s get back to work. The ships crashed landed near the Dergan capital.”

T’sen was shocked to hear this. She had only beamed down 20 minutes before the vessel had crashed, and was being taken capital by a vigilant mob of Dergans as the ship was plummeting through the atmosphere. Even through the rigid discipline of her Vulcan heritage and upbringing, her first thoughts were worry for her husband who was still on Blythe.

((Slivin, Bridge))

The calculus for the senior staff of Slivin was far more simplified then the one that took place on the Culver City. There were no questions, or conversations about morality or ethics. They were going to approach under cloak from the rear of the final remaining Dissipator armed Ferengi shuttle, decloak, and destroy the vessel with a single attack run. As Tyler had said, the risk of not immediately destroying the vessel could be catastrophic, and with a borked starboard power coupling, speed, surprise, overwhelming force, and the violence of action would carry the day for the Slivin.

“Range?”

“50000 kelicams” Bamet responded.

Kerak thought this was a bit odd, but disregarded it in the moment.

“Lock disruptors and forward torpedos on the target, slow to ¼ impulse.”

“Target locked.” Mereg said.

“Aye HoD.” Bamet added.

It took two words to initiate the final destruction of the target.

“Decloak, baH!” Kerak said.