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    • "And finally, chief engineer Rachel Ansly," Shran said, looking over at my avatar across from a very temporary desk I may or may not have 'borrowed', along with a pair of chairs, from one of Marvin's crew lounges.

    Any transporter traces are circumstantial evidence and I stand by that.

    I regarded him for a moment and leaned back in the thick soft chair, crossing my legs, "Are you sure?"

    He flicked his antenna, "How so?"

    "You are in a relationship with her," I said and his eyebrows went up, "Well…it's usually not a good idea."

    Shran shook his head, "She has been for a long time."

    "It's different when you are directly responsible for everyone else onboard," I said with a small frown.

    He looked at me for a long moment, "Don't Ships always keep that balance?"

    "We do," I agreed and sighed, "That's why we all know exactly how difficult that is. Every mistake we make can cause one of our friends to die, someone we spend every day talking with, know almost everything about."

    Shran leaned back in his chair and looked down at the PADD in his hand, "…I don't know."

    "Some Captains think so, some don't," I said, "Regulations don't say anything about it, you just have to decide for yourself. But I would like to point out that I 'am' a warship and it's likely things will get dangerous."

    Shran got up and walked up to look out the window for a long moment as one Marvin's workbees floated past to attach one of my still missing hull plates.

    Finally, he shook his head, "I want the best chief engineer I can get and she is one of the best ones I know. Especially for a Ship whose main armament is drone based. She is an expert in subcraft."

    I nodded, "Yes, sir. She is more than qualified. And personally, I would love to see her again and have her onboard."

    Shran frowned at me, "So why did you protest?"

    "I'm your second in command, captain. It's my job."

    He shook his head and sighed, "Yeah. Yeah, it is," he agreed and walked back to sink into the chair, "That's all of them. What do you think?"

    "All seem good," I agreed, "Ensign Sanchez is a bit inexperienced for chief of security, but I agree that she has potential."

    "I think so too," he agreed, "And Lieutenant Hysa?"

    I ran through her personal file again, "He's a decent science officer, " I agreed, "Solid pick, really. Good choice for a third officer."

    Didn't have much experience on smaller ships, but he was a good researcher. Might take some time for him to get used to the smaller quarters as he never served on anything smaller than a Galaxy class, but he did have additional training in ground combat. Not something that came up overly often and would mostly be handled by my remotes and a groundteam in armour, but it wasn't a bad thing to have.

    "That's all of them," Shran said and looked around the room, "…Is there place for a fish tank in here? Like what used to be on the Galaxy classes?"

    I grinned at that, "Designs show not really, but I think I might be able to squeeze one into one of the corners. That bring us to the next issue, sir."

    "Which is?"

    "How do you want me decorated?"

    "Short skirt, low cut top and high heels."

    I glared at him and he cringed,

    "Sorry, couldn't resist. I'm sorry if that's over the line, I know you aren't Star."

    Rolling my eyes, I shook my head, "I don't mind. Mostly don't want you to get in trouble if the wrong person hears something like that and thinks you are serious. A Captain with his first command is always under heavy scrutiny."

    "…You're right. Sorry."

    I smiled at him, "Like I said, I don't mind. But I only wear heels and skirts if I have a date and my avatar doesn't have enough in the chest region for low cut tops to do much. I was more thinking about my interior. Like, what kind of carpet would you like installed? Colours for the bulkheads?"

    He looked up at the ceiling for a moment before he shook his head, "You know what, go wild. Get anything you like and I'll sign off on it."

    "Really?"

    "It's your hull, you should get things you like in it. Just leave officer quarters to their occupants."

    "Yes, sir," I agreed with a happy nod, "I'll put you together a suggestion in twenty minutes."

    "Velvet…" he started to say before he frowned, "That is the personal name you like, right?"

    I nodded so he continued,

    "Velvet, there isn't any rush. There are two weeks until they can even start installing it, take your time. As for now, I think we both need a couple of hours of RnR. Want to go a few rounds on the holodeck?"

    I shrugged one shoulder, "Never really got into the entire hand to hand thing, sir."

    He blinked at me in surprise, "Really? But you are a warship."

    "How often is it needed for my job?" I asked and shook my head, "I know enough to use my remotes for it if I need to, but I don't really find it that interesting."

    Shran slowly nodded, "Okay. So, what do you like doing on your free time?"

    "I draw from time to time, "I admitted, "Not very good at it as I don't cheat with the computer's help but I think I'm getting better. But I like playing on the holodeck too, I like dogfighting."

    "Ship to ship combat?"

    I grinned and shook my head, "Nope. I take the role of an Earth World War 2 fighter aircraft. I'm working my way up the years along the nation lines. I'm up to the British Hawker Hurricane. If you want, I can show you."

    "Sure, sounds fun."



    AN// Many thanks to FPSCanarussia for betaing this section.
     
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    • Lieutenant-Commander Rachel Ansly walked into the engine room, frowning at the big half-sphere in the middle of the room where the warpcore should be. The grey sphere was smooth on the outside, with power leads along the surface.

    "So, this is it then?" she asked and crossed her arms in thought as she looked at it.

    "Yep," I answered, forming a hologram next to her, "The future of Starfleet. No more antimatter. In theory."

    Rachel nodded and looked at my hologram, "You don't seem very excited about it."

    I shrugged one shoulder and then sighed, "I'd love one… in a couple of years. Once it's been thoroughly tested in the field. For all of its pros like much safer fuel and seeming reliability… if it loses power, it just shuts down, doesn't explode… it's not tested. I'm a warship, not a science experiment."

    "Actually, I think you are a bit of both?" she supplied with a small smile, "Sorry."

    "…No, it's fair," I admitted, "Experimental warpcore, experimental design, experimental weapon systems."

    "It's a bit exciting though, right?"

    I gave her a small smile, "…A little."

    She grinned, "See?" and then slowly looked at the singularity core again, "This is going to require some studying."

    "Your second in engineering, Lieutenant K'K'L'r't was on the engineering team that designed it. Thy will be able to help get you up to speed," I said and shifted my hologram to jump up and sit on one of the consoles, "Thy will be installed in a couple of days."

    Rachel nodded, "Never worked with a Troktian before. Anything I should know?"

    "No, not really," I said with a shrug, "Thy is used to humans. Just don't try to share anything involving lactose with thy, it's addictive."

    "Noted."

    "Want to check out your quarters? Lots of work to do."

    Rachel frowned, "Work in my quarters?"

    "I pick interiors for most of the ship, but the Captain said that the officers' quarters are up to their occupants. And as you share the Captain's quarters, it's either you do it or leave the decisions to Shran."

    She sighed, "...Oh, goody. Yeah, good call, Velvet. Thanks."

    I grinned, "It's been over a decade since I first split from Star, but I remember how things were. People change, but I really doubt the Captain would have turned into an interior designer."

    She grinned at that and nodded before she sighed, "Yeah. Shran has many good sides, but that is not one of them. Better get that done and then get to studying. If I'm to be your chief engineer, I want to know everything about your every system."

    I nodded, "Already lined up the designs and manuals related to them. I have also arranged to have the first of my drone fighters moved into the maintenance bay for your inspection."

    "Awesome, thanks Ship."

    "Want to see your quarters?"

    Rachel frowned, "I should technically report to the Captain first. Where is he?"

    "I'm in a meeting with him and Admiral Ross. You would be surprised about the amount of paperwork involved in getting a new ship ready AND a new command. We are getting a double dose of it," I explained and shrugged, "Should still be hours."

    She sighed, "Well, that's just another reason as to why I'm never going to try for Command."

    I grinned at her, "Oh, don't think you are getting away ether. You are second officer and chief engineer. I have enough forms for you to look over and sign that if it was printed on paper, the stack would be taller than you are."

    Rachel stared at me for a moment and then pinched the bridge of her nose, "Oh god. I knew T'Ro handled a lot of that stuff, but I didn't realize it was that much."

    "Like I said, double dose. And a lot of it involves me being a new ship. The rest is me being an experimental design," I said with a helpful smile, "But honestly, we only need it done by the end of the week, you have time to settle down."

    "It's Thursday!"

    I stuck my tongue out at her, "Responsibility and cool things come with paperwork. It's simply how things are, but I will of course give you a hand."

    She sighed and nodded, "Yeah, it is, isn't it?" she asked and then slowly walked into the centre of the engine room, slowly turning around as she started to smile again, "…All mine. My Ship."

    "I think Captains think the same way," I suggested with a grin.

    "Oh please, we both know Captains only borrow ships from the engineers," she said with a grin of her own, "And all of us are just your guests."

    Jumping my hologram off the console, I walked over to her, "Without my crew, what fun would there be flying around the universe? But we should usually let the Captain think he is in charge."

    "Yeah, they get pouty otherwise," she joked and giggled, "Come on, let's get Shran and mine's quarters designed and then we dig into the paperwork."

    "Sounds like a plan."




    AN// Many thanks to FPSCanarussia for betaing this section.
     
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    • Bit of trivia. In reality, a real life black hole starship would be one of the most stable systems in existence. The very nature of the black holes means that it is a very self contained system and its extremely difficult for it to go "unstable" compare to all other forms of power generation or thrust, like nuclear or antimatter.
     
    That's true so long as it's a real black hole, but a "real" black hole would probably be hard to cart around. Then again...

    Funnily enough, this is on the far side of "hard" SF: Black hole power generators are real science, although there's no guarantee it'll be possible to miniaturize them this way.

    Any black hole that's small enough to easily move will also be quick to evaporate, which on the one hand could be an advantage (it'll go away on power loss), but on the other hand the final evaporation of a black hole is distinctively explosive, and the massive Hawking radiation might get in the way of using it as a power source. It's generally not good for your power system to outshine the sun in terms of hard radiation (maybe an exaggeration), so larger holes are easier to deal with.

    That still doesn't need to mean more than mountain-sized or so, which is easily within reach. But anyway. As you can guess, Hawking radiation is not how you use these. Potential energy is.

    The potential energy of a mass that's fallen into a black hole, relative to at infinity, is (precisely) 2*m*C^2. Equivalently, by dropping a mass into a black hole, you can recover its mass-energy equivalent as... Well, whatever form of energy you feel like.

    This can be done pretty easily! For example, put a weight on a rope, put the rope in a generator, and let it spill out into the black hole while spinning the generator. You'll lose the rope, which isn't ideal, but you'll get a stupendous amount of power in return.
    More clever arrangements can probably be invented, but either way this is a true mass-to-energy conversion system. (And the mass of the black hole, of course, will... Fail to increase as much as it otherwise would have. You're not getting the energy *twice*; remember, the hole will eventually evaporate.)

    It's what powers quasars, the most luminous objects in our universe.
     
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    Just wanted to say I've spent the past few days reading this AI series and it is honestly one of the best sci-fi stories I have read, on par with the Culture novels. I will admit I wouldn't mind a bit more detail sometimes but the timeskips are well placed.

    God. What I'd give for mind upload or something equivalent to be a thing. To be a quantum core AI like the ones in your story, exploring the universe in a ship.. or even maybe a Culture Mind. I'm well aware that a Culture Mind thinks a few orders of magnitude faster than one of your quantum core AIs.

    I wish I could be Dancing in Starlight, even if only for a day.
     
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    • Marvin disconnected my docking clamps and I gave my thrusters a small little burst of power, The ship started to slowly slide forward as the drydock opened before me.

    I was flying again!

    Another small burst of power and I cleared the dock, I was still feeling the forcefields keeping the anvil pressure of air down all around me inside.

    Then I was out in wonderful vacuum and I felt free. No sun on me, we were currently on the dark side of Mars, but I could see stars all around, running lights and ship signatures all through Mars orbit.

    I ran my sensors across space and shifted course slightly to avoid a incoming transport as I scooted further into orbit to end up some hundred kilometres away from Marvin's main drydock facility to my designated spot where my construction would be completed.

    Structurally I were already complete, but there was still most of the internals left and then the resupply to do.

    Strangely for a newly out of drydock ship, my main reactor was already up and running under full power. No need to do the first refuel in deep space just to stay safe with a singularity core. No antimatter, no big boom.

    If it malfunctioned, it would just shut down, the radiation burst contained inside the chamber. That alone seemed pretty worth retrofitting the entire fleet.

    But I guess that's why I was a testing platform.

    "Orbit achieved, Captain," I reported, my hologram standing in seemingly empty space next to his chair, a hand on the backrest, "All systems nominal. Standing ready to receive engineering crews to finish up the last details."

    Shran smiled, "Good job, Ship."

    "Thank you, sir," I said with a smile, "Do we have our first mission yet?"

    "Nothing so far," he said and shook his head, "Shakedown run to Vulcan as is tradition and I suspect we'll get our real mission once we arrive."

    I nodded. That made sense.

    Sighing, he got up, "Well, nothing more too it then, that's enough procrastinating. Can't keep avoiding paperwork forever. Let me know when Lieutenant Hysa arrive, I want to go over protocols as soon as possible."

    "Yes, sir."

    As soon as he left the bridge and headed to the ready room, I shut down holograpics. No need to keep it running with no organics in the room. Saves power and wear and tear on the emitters. I know some ships keeping them on 24/7, they weren't that expensive power wise. But I didn't see the point in being wasteful.

    A signal came in from a ship a couple of orbits higher. Island class. The U.S.S. 'Dancing in Starlight'.

    Accepting the connection, we formed the hologram environment. Her room so she picked the environment.

    My com avatar appeared in what seemed to be a forest meadow, a small stream flowing past to the right. The sun was warm against me.

    "Dancing in Starlight," I said with a smile. She was taller than me, wearing the skirt version of the uniform on her trill variant avatar.

    "Velvet Anvil," she said with a smile and a nod in turn in greeting, "Looking good."

    "Thank you. The Nimitz class may turn out to be a good addition to the fleet," I agreed, "A bit unsure about the power system, but I have some major pros so if it work out, you may have it in a couple of years."

    She nodded, "I read the design documents, seems interesting. How's your new Captain and chief engineer doing?"

    "Complaining about the paperwork."

    That got a grin from her and she nodded, "Figured."

    "Don't worry, Star. I'll take good care of them."

    She sighed, "I know, I'll just miss having them around. I guess it's just a danger of existing the way we do."

    "We all miss friends we leave behind," I agreed, "It is good to see them again, I haven't seen them in person since that first split. Well, second technically, I'm of the Resolute branch."

    Star nodded, "I know," before she smiled, "Well, Shran always did say he wanted a little agile frigate like a Defiant. Not exactly the way he planned, but he did get his little dexterous ship."

    "I'm more a carrier than anything else, but yeah. I bet I can fit in your hangar."

    "Mmm, not quite. But Close enough," Star said and then she grinned, "And I just thought of something."

    "What?"

    "Now Shran is your problem!"

    I glared at her and then rolled my eyes, "You'll miss him."

    "…Yeah. Yeah I will," she sighed, "There is a going away party planned in two days for him, Rachel and Admiral Mason. Want to come?"

    I shook my head, "Not sure it is my place to," I said before I frowned, "Admiral Mason?" I asked as I quickly looked up his personnel file. Oh, promotion!

    She nodded, "He's getting promoted and transferred to sector command. I'm getting a new Captain too."

    "Oh? Know who yet?"

    She nodded, "Captain Shul. He is quite experienced and used to be Captain of the U.S.S. 'Intrepid'. It should be interesting."

    "You never had another captain other than Admiral Mason, didn't you?"

    Star shook her head, "Not since becoming a ship. Bit nervous about it, but it'll work out. Mind connecting me to your Captain? I need to talk to him about the party."

    "Give him a couple of seconds to sit down and I'll connect you, he's almost by the chair."



    AN// Many thanks to JoshRand1982 for betaing this section.
     
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    • I made a slow circle, orbiting my main hull. These little drone fighters really were nippy little bundles of fun, weren't they?

    It was like flying a housefly on crack, getting a direct IV of caffeine while on speed. Sensors weren't the best, roughly equal to a Valkyrie fighter, but Marvin and his designers had crammed engines made for a ship twice as big in along with a spinal pulse phaser, a pair of oneshot full sized photon torpedo launchers, and some shielding. Meanwhile, they dropped inertial dampeners and the warpdrive. All to get the best sublight fightercraft possible and I'd be damned if they didn't manage it.

    Nice, sleek, and just as capable to take the fight down into atmosphere as empty space.

    They could even go under water!

    To be frank, they were sexy as hell… and I was unconvinced by how good they were as weapon systems. They didn't have a warpdrive and while they each mounted a cloak, it wasn't as good as the one on my main hull. They were a lot smaller though which made up for it.

    Mainly my real problem with them was the lack of warpdrive. But I suppose there is a limit to how much you can squeeze into a three meter long platform even with these little singularity reactors.

    Opening a channel, I re-merged with my main instance.

    Well, the effectiveness of these little fighters is still to be proven, but nobody could argue they weren't fun to fly.

    I couldn't help but grin as I opened the hangar doors of my maintenance bay to allow one of the little stingray shaped beasties inside.

    As the doors closed, I made the inner door open, allowing Rachel and her team inside to conduct the inspection. Even with forcefields keeping the air in, I wasn't a big fan of allowing people inside before there was something solid between them and vacuum. Even triple redundancies fail.

    Rachel smiled as she slowly walked around the silently hovering fighter craft, "Okay Vel, lock her down."

    Unfolding the maintenance crane from the ceiling of the hangar bay, I reached down. Meanwhile, I opened a hatch on top of the drone and extended the docking latch, allowing them to lock together.

    Once I confirmed lock, I powered the drone off, system by system, ending with the singularity core, leaving only its Quantum Core online, fed through its independent backup battery.

    "Drone Number Three, offline," I reported, "Maintenance mode, activated."

    "Okay, let's see what we have here then," Rachel said, " K'Kl… K'Klr..."

    K'K'L'r't flicked thys antenna and moved over to the drone, "It is perfectly fine if you find a nickname for me, ma'am," thy said, looking up at Rachel, "As far as I'm aware, no human is capable of speaking my kind's names."

    She sighed, "Any suggestions?"

    "Bob is popular," thy supplied, releasing a burst of pheromones in good humour, "But I think I prefer Clicky, Lieutenant-Commander."

    Rachel nodded at K'K'L'r't, "Clicky then," she agreed and then she pulled a tool from her belt, "Let's see what make this baby tick then. Vel said you were involved in designing them?"

    K'K'L'r't licked thy compound eyes, "Only a minor part with the power system, ma'am. I am fully familiar with the singularity pulse core's design, but the rest is new for me as well. I am looking forward to serving on a vessel."

    "You haven't before?" she asked as I popped a hatch open for her before she could hit the manual release.

    K'K'L'r't shook thy head in a rather human looking gesture as thy peered into the innards of the drone over her shoulder, looking like a mix of a centauroid preying mantis and a jumping spider covered solid green speckled chitin, "I have always been stationed on bases and shipyards along with planetary positions, ma'am. One of the dangers of specialising in experimental power systems."

    "Yeah, I can see that. I have a friend on the Dancing in Starlight that managed to avoid that by pure stubbornness, despite her warp field expertise."

    "I admire your friend then, ma'am."

    Rachel glanced back at him, "You don't need to keep calling me ma'am unless you are in trouble. Lieutenant or Rachel would work just as well, you know."

    K'K'L'r't licked thy eyes, "I'm afraid I am unable to do so. It is difficult to work with a female as it is, ma'am. I have adapted, but my kind's females are all queens. Your pheromones are different, but still make me wish to refer to you as royalty and offer you food."

    "Oh."

    "The first year at the academy was interesting," K'K'L'r't admitted, shifting slightly on thy four legs, "But I have adapted. It is part of being in Starfleet, ma'am."

    She smiled at that, "It is. Ma'am works."

    "Thank you, ma'am." Thy said, looking a bit relieved about the entire thing.

    "So," Rachel said and looked back at the drone, "Vel, display a break down schematic of the Falcon. Which I assume was not actually primarily designed by a Jovian because the name isn't morbid?"

    "Correct, my people don't believe in glorifying war," I answered with a grin in my voice, displaying a schematic hologram to the right, "Here you go."

    "Thanks. Now… Clicky, let's have a look at this little beasty. Walk me through the power system?"

    "It would be my pleasure, Ma'am."




    AN// Many thanks to FPSCanarussia for betaing this section.
     
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    "So," Rachel said and looked back at the drone, "Vel, display a break down schematic of the Falcon. Which I assume was not actually primarily designed by a Jovian because the name isn't morbid?"
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    - Just One Won't Hurt
    - Laser on Wheels
    - The Bees! The Beeees!
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    So what is the closest Terrestrial analog for K'K'L'r't among Earth insects. I'm thinking some type of ant or bee?
     
    So is the whole Singularity cores don't explode thing a universe change, or did the fact the a romulan science ship had to eject it's core in TNG S4E24 just something that slipped your mind? The only reason I noticed is that I was watching it last night.
     
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    So is the whole Singularity cores don't explode thing a universe change, or did the fact the a romulan science ship had to eject it's core in TNG S4E24 just something that slipped your mind? The only reason I noticed is that I was watching it last night.
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    TNG also have Doctor Crusher have sex with a ghost. Clearly, Janeway's fanfiction was very bad.
     
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    • My last drone fighter attached to my ventral hull and I did a small, slow, roll in space, testing my thrusters.

    All systems nominal.

    Singularity pulse core, stable.

    "All systems ready, sir," I reported and sat my holographic avatar down in the chair to the Captains right. "All crew accounted for and ready for departure. Engineering reporting ready."

    Shran nodded and leaned back in his chair, his artificial right hand squeezing the arm rest slightly before he looked at the space before him, filling the bridge.

    "Set a course for Vulcan, Ship. Warp Eight, steady climb."

    I smiled and reoriented, getting a flightplan from Gates as I cleared Mars orbital traffic, stepping it up to high impulse.

    I was flying again! Months stuck in drydock as my new hull was being built! I was finally flying and feeling the solar wind against my shields!

    "Course set, sir," I said with a smile. "At your command."

    "Engage."

    The universe twisted around me at my will and I kicked Einstein's cage in the balls as I left light in the dust.

    Warp One. Warp field stable, singularity power stable

    Warp Two. Warp Three. Warp Five...

    "Warp Five and climbing. All systems nominal," I reported as I kept climbing quickly as I increased the power, tweaking my warp field around me on the go. This was my first real flight other than a couple of short warp jumps around the system. I had a theoretical maximum warp of Nine point Nine. I was much more warp dynamic than the original Defiant class.

    "Warp Eight and holding," I finally said with a grin. "Holding steady. All systems nominal."

    I might have to take back everything I said about Marvin. The new engine was purring like a metaphorical kitten with pulses of about around fifty hertz. My Warpfield was nice and smooth, too. I would, of course, adapt and adjust it with time, nothing out of the factory was ever perfect, you could always squeeze more speed and efficiency out of it, but it was nice.

    "Thank you, Vel."

    "Very welcome, sir. I'm just glad to spread my warpfield again. Sitting still like that isn't exactly my idea of a good time. I think that's why stations are a bit odd."

    That got me an amused look. "Odd?"

    "Well… what else could you call it being happy just floating in circles? I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Stations. They are what allow us to Fly, without them things would really, really suck. But administrating a solar system or not, sitting still like this just has to make you a bit strange."

    Shran grinned and shook his head. "Everyone to their own."

    "True, I..." I started to say before I smiled as I got a signal from Gates. "Orders from Starfleet just arrived. Want the full briefing or the summary, Captain?"

    "Dump the full thing into my console, but give me the summary for now."

    "In short? Report to Starbase twenty-three. We are being assigned to patrol his sector of space."

    Shran frowned in thought and leaned forward, his elbows against his knees. "Starbase twenty-three. That's out by Berserker space."

    "Close to it, at the very least," I agreed. "Close to where it meets Klingon space. A lot of our time will probably be taken up with border patrol."

    "Any news on the Klingons?"

    "Nothing that stands out," I answered with a shrug. "They seem to still be at a state of total war, the rebels still seem to have the upper hand, controlling three of the four largest shipyards along with about sixty percent of the planets. The loyalists control the Homeworld, though, so there is that. A lot of symbolism in that."

    Damn it, Synan. Legal or not, did you really have to shiv their Chancellor?

    ...Not that I could really blame her. I might have done the same in her position. Most of us had our loyalties to Crew, Jovians, Federation. In that order.

    I'd protect my crew from anything, including others of my own kind. If I was on detached duty to the Klingon Empire and the Chancellor did his best to kill my crew…

    Fuck it. I'd have stabbed the fucker too.

    Of course, that didn't mean Synan was very popular at the moment.

    "Okay, keep me apprised on the situation." Shran said and got up. "If we are to patrol close to the border, I don't want any surprises. Engage cloak and continue to Vulcan. I want hourly updates on the Klingon situation displayed on the viewscreen in my readyroom."

    "Yes, sir."

    He left the bridge and entered the turbolift. "Deck four."

    He was heading to security, then.

    I sent the turbolift on its way and closed down the holograms as I rocketed through space on wings of folded space time.

    The universe sang around me once more.



    AN// Many thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this section. Special birthday edition... also, special plague edition. Do I have the best timing or what? :p
     
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