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"For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack."
--Rudyard Kipling
"What the hell are we doing here anyway?" B'Elanna Torres said to her husband Tom as they walked the halls of Starfleet Headquarters.
"I don't know, the Captain said to report for some Top Secret Mission."
"You know, you figured we would've all split up by now, but no we have to stick together on the new Voyager even."
"Oh come on B'Elanna, you know you love'em."
"Only because I have to. The Captain might threaten to send me to a Counseling Session for anger management."
"She only did that once, and that was because you threatened to throw Seven of Nine out of the airlock."
"Whose side are you on anyway?" B'Elanna said as she threw her husband a nasty glare.
"You know I'm always on your side, honey."
B'Elanna smiled at him. "As if there's another side," he muttered under his breath.
B'Elanna glared at him as if to say he wasn't as sly as he thought. Tom gave her a quick smile and kiss as he speedily rushed off muttering something about old friends. B'Elanna shook her head as she said, "Sometimes, they make it so easy."
"Remember the meeting," she yelled after her husband who waved back his recognition. She just smiled to herself as she wandered off to find the meeting room.
Worf and Colonel Kira were walking together down the large corridors in silence. It was the comfortable silence of those who'd worked long and hard together. Worf, however, was not entirely sure what they were doing here.
"Colonel, why are we here?"
Kira looked up at him and said, "What? Not excited to be on leave from DS9?"
"It does not really matter to me where we are."
Kira laughed. "Only you can truly appreciate my sense of humor Worf."
Worf just looked at her and she laughed again. "It was a joke Worf."
"I know."
Kira shook her head smiling. "We're here for a Top Secret mission. You'll find out when we attend the meeting."
She noticed his attention was drawn down the hallway to a fast approaching figure.
"I believe it is Captain Picard."
Kira furrowed her eyebrows in slight confusion. "I did not know he was going to be here."
Worf did not have time to comment. Picard also looked confuse to see them there, but happy nonetheless.
"What a pleasure, Colonel Kira. Commander Worf, it has been a long time."
"It is good to see you again, Captain," Worf said, nodding his head.
Kira nodded. She cocked her head slightly as she asked, "I suppose you are here for the same reason we are, Captain?"
Picard smiled evasively. "I think that depends on the reason you are here."
Kira gave a half smile and said, "We shall see."
If Worf was confused by the interchange he did not show it. They began to walk together in the direction Picard was going. "Where we're you heading?"
"No where in particular," Kira said casually. "Just wandering around."
"Is the rest of the Enterprise Crew with you, Captain?"
Picard shook his head. "I selected a few of my senior officers. I'm sure you'll see them around."
Worf nodded. "If you'll excuse me, Captain, Colonel."
Kira nodded as did Picard who shook his hand. "It was good seeing you again, Commander."
Worf nodded and gave a small smile as he strode away. Kira was looking after him with a worried expression on her features.
"He has been acting very strangely the last couple of weeks. I'm not sure why."
"Perhaps it is a Klingon issue. He served for me for many years and I never did figure out all of his mood swings."
Kira shrugged. "I'm sure he will tell me when the time is right. So, Captain, how is Starfleet treating you these days?"
"I hope very well," a voice broke in. They both looked up in surprise at the newcomer.
"Captain Janeway!"
"The one and only. How are things going?"
"Very well," Picard said chuckling, as Kira nodded.
"It seems as if Starfleet has collected all their favorite people together," Janeway said.
"You know the last time I saw you was when you docked at DS9…ten years ago. I should say you didn't keep up a very good correspondence."
Janeway laughed. "Forgive me; all of my letters were somehow mysteriously deleted."
Kira snickered while Picard smiled. "I suppose we're all heading to the same place?" Janeway asked.
"I don't know," Kira and Picard said in unison. They all laughed. Picard said, "I presume we'll soon find out if we continue walking."
"I can't believe it. I made it here before the captain. That's a first," Paris said as he surveyed the room, but what really surprised him was that his crew wasn't the only one there. He saw Doctor Crusher, Commander La Forge, and Counselor Troi from Enterprise and Doctor Bashir, Lt. Ezri Dax, and Commander Worf from Deep Space Nine. Then of course there was the group from the Voyager crew which was Commander Tuvok, Lt. Torres, and himself. The crews were talking among themselves trying to catch up on lost time.
"So, Doctor Bashir how is your research coming?" Beverley Crusher asked as she leaned against a chair that was placed underneath an unusually large conference table.
"It is coming along. I still have quite a ways to go to take the addictiveness out of Tricordrazine."
"It is really quite an ambitious goal. I wish you the best."
"Thank you. Are you working on anything currently?"
"Not really. I have been going to so many conferences that I haven't had the time. I hope to get back-," Doctor Crusher stopped suddenly when she realized that Lt. Torres and Commander La Forge were hurrying over to her. 'Do all engineers walk like that? They walk as if the world is going to end if they don't get here fast enough, and with such confidence too.' Crusher thought to herself then chuckled. Bashir gave Crusher a puzzled look and turned around to see the pair. They stared at each other for moment, when finally someone decided to speak.
"Sorry to bother you Commander, Lt. Commander La Forge and I were wondering if you knew why we are here," Torres said making eye contact with Doctor Crusher.
"I'm sorry B'Elanna. I'm afraid you know just about as much as I do. I hope don't mind the change in subject but, how's your daughter?"
"Oh, she's great! They grow up so fast. Before you know it she will be walking the halls of Starfleet Academy."
"Uh, excuse me, but I don't think I know you. I'm Lt. Julian Bashir, Doctor on DS9." Bashir said trying to get a word in.
"Sorry Doctor. I'm Lt. B'Elanna Torres, Chief Engineer on Voyager." B'Elanna said extending her hand.
"Pleased to meet you. Oh, I'm sorry excuse my rudeness. It is great seeing you too Commander La Forge. It has been awhile." Bashir accepted B'Elanna's handshake and extended his hand to La Forge who grasped it tightly.
"It is nice to see you too. It has been to long." Geordi said smiling.
"B'Elanna Torres, you were one of the Maquis that was given a Starfleet commission." Bashir said redirecting his attention to her. "It must be nice not to have to go through the academy."
"You have no idea." B'Elanna said just as the doors slid open. All the heads in the room turned to look. The two Captains and the Colonel strolled in. They were quite unprepared for all of the questions that were thrown at them. Captain Picard was the first one to recover.
"Everyone be quiet!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. Janeway and Kira exchanged smiles as the room became quiet. Said like a true Captain. "We don't know what's going on either. So asking us questions would be pointless. We will just have to wait until the Admiral-," The doors swished open. Janeway, Kira, and Picard nodded at Admiral Jonathan Farragut as he walked in. Everyone stood at attention as he neared his seat.
"At ease," the Admiral said as he took his place. Everyone relaxed a little as they tried to sit according to rank which was hard since they had so many crews. When they all finally found seats the Admiral began to explain the situation. "Alright, I'm sure you're all wondering what you are doing here. If you haven't noticed yet you are sitting among the best in Starfleet. We are going to ask you to find the very best at Starfleet Command School, and Medical Academy. Why? You ask. After the Dominion Wars we realized that we needed an elite force to fight in secret what the Federation couldn't fight in the open. At first we thought we should take the best, you, and put you on a new starship making you our elite force, but then we realized that we still need you at the positions you currently hold. We wanted you all to be involved however. So what you are going to do is select our elite crew for us so they can begin getting used to each other and their positions as soon as possible. That's about it. Any questions?" There was a stunned silence. No questions were asked, because what was there to ask.
"Okay now I'm going to give you your assignments. Commander Troi, Lt. Dax, and Colonel Kira you will be looking for the best in operations. Commander La Forge and Lt. Torres will have engineering. Commander Worf and Commander Tuvok will have tactical/security. Doctor Bashir and Doctor Crusher will have medical. Finally Captain Picard, Captain Janeway, and Lt. Paris will have helm/navigation. Now, I suggest that your group go to a few of classes, talk to the teachers, and observe. From those classes you will pick your top three students. After you have done that you will have a verbal interview with each student. I am going to lay a list of questions for each of you on the table. These will be asked in the verbal interview. Then you will pick your top student and bring them to the meeting that we will have one week from now. Any last minute questions?" He paused then said, "No questions? Then I suggest you get into your groups and get started. You are dismissed." The Admiral walked out not looking behind him. The room was silent, but only for a moment.
"This is going to be interesting." Paris said with a sigh.
"Welcome Commanders," Lt. Pierce said as he led them into his office. "So, what can I do for you today?"
"We have an order from the Admiral giving us leave to question three of your top students."
Lt. Pierce studied the order for a minute then nodded. "Of course, sir, follow me."
Lt. Pierce led them into his classroom where students were in front of terminals. "Right now I have them running a program on human psychology. They have to figure out why humans react a certain way in a certain situation."
"Interesting," Tuvok said.
"Lt, we're on a tight schedule," Worf said impatiently.
"Oh yes. My three top students are actually in the class right now." He led them to a corner of the room so that all could be seen.
"The female human on terminal six. She is number three in her class. Her name is Sasha Comstans and she's a joy to work with. I don't believe there's a person here who doesn't like her.
"The male human on terminal nine is Matthew Brody and he is my number two student. He doesn't say much, but he's a genius. I don't understand completely what's holding him back. He works well with others also."
"And the number one student?" Tuvok prompted.
"Ah, yes, that one."
"Why do say it in such a tone?" Tuvok queried.
Lt. Pierce merely sighed. Suddenly, a Klingon curse rent the calm quiet and there was a loud boom. Lt. Pierce winced. "That would be my number one student, Kamiah.
"Kamiah's a wonderful student and very bright and smart. She even works well with a few people. Her work is always as complete as it can be and she's very thorough. However, her temperament is terrible. Most of my students are scared to work with her.
"She has the ability to be the best Tactical Officer Starfleet has ever seen. She is the third to defeat the Kobayashi Maru No Win Scenario."
The three watched Kamiah stomp over to the counter, grab a kit of tools and begin to repair the program.
"The only reason I allow her excessive outbursts is because she's a genius when it comes to fixing programs and if she destroyed it then there was something wrong and she'll be able to fix it."
Both Commanders exchanged looks but didn't comment. "I believe that's all we need, Lt. Thank you for your time."
The Lt nodded and both Commanders left.
"So why exactly am I coming here?" Kamiah asked Lt. Pierce as they walked down the hallway.
"These people want to interview you, maybe for a position on a prestigious ship, if you're lucky. Just behave yourself and control your temper."
"Don't worry sir."
Pierce rang the chimes on the door. The doors whooshed open to reveal Tuvok. "Commander Tuvok," Kamiah murmured in awe. Lt. Pierce patted her back, nodded to Tuvok, and left.
"Please come in Ensign Kamiah."
Kamiah entered and took a seat that Tuvok offered her. She sat primly with her hands in her lap. Commander Worf entered from the other room and Kamiah suddenly squealed and jumped up, running into his arms and hugging him.
"Worf! I didn't know you'd be here. Oh, I missed you so much. Have you heard from Koran?"
Worf looked decidedly uncomfortable and managed to somehow detach Kamiah and set her several feet away.
"I see these humans have rubbed off on you. No, I have not heard from Koran."
Kamiah's face turned serious and she sat back down in her chair. "That's strange because I used to receive messages from him often and now…well, I haven't heard from him in a long time."
"Excuse me…can we return to the issue at hand. We need to conduct this interview. It is our last one."
"Of course," Worf said and also took a seat.
"What are your plans when you finish your Doctorate?" Tuvok asked.
"Right now I am a weapons specialist on Project Discovery. After I complete my Doctorate I hope to either work on a ship or continue with the project."
"What if I told you I had a job for you right now, but you would have to halt progress on your education?"
"It depends on the job. What exactly would I be doing?"
"We are not at liberty to discuss that right now."
Kamiah's face lit up. "Well, if it's that secret I'd have to say yes."
"You thrill on secrecy?" Worf asked.
"Amazingly yes. It must be those humans rubbing off on me."
Worf just looked at her and the moment died. "Sorry."
"What led up to your decision to study to be a Tactical Officer?" Tuvok asked.
"I like fighting. The main reason is because Security has always interested me, especially phasers and various other weapons. I am very good at blowing my enemy to pieces."
"I think that's all we need. Thank you."
Kamiah stood and shook their hands. "Thank you for taking the time out to interview me."
"Of course. You're dismissed."
Kamiah hugged Worf again, straightened her uniform, and exited promptly.
"There is no way we are assigning her to this mission," Tuvok stated.
"She's the perfect Tactical Officer, Commander," Worf argued.
"She's a bomb waiting to explode and she could endanger the crew. The humanoid, Sasha Comstons, is just as capable."
"Except that her education is most important to her. She didn't seem to like the idea of a Top Secret Mission."
Tuvok was quiet as he thought. "I am only thinking of her temperament. Her teacher even said she doesn't work well with others," he said after a few minutes.
"I have known Kamiah all of her life. Believe me when I say she is perfect for this mission. She's the best and that's what we're looking for."
Tuvok was silent again, and then finally he said, "Fine, but I still believe that her temperament will hinder the mission."
"I will speak with her if it concerns you that much."
"I do believe that your feelings for this girl are helping to make your decision."
"Perhaps, but I would not allow an incapable person the opportunity she is being presented."
"Very well then. She will be our choice."
"Let's just get this done with okay, Geordi. This is the last thing I want to do on something that's close to shore leave."
Geordi laughed. "I think I agree with you."
They entered the classroom and interrupted the teacher in mid lecture. The class was in awe and whispers were heard throughout the classroom. "That's B'Elanna Torres and Geordi La Forge. I wonder what they're here for." The teacher did not look happy about being interrupted.
B'Elanna whipped out the PADD that had their orders on it and handed it to the teacher. "I'm sure you'll find everything in order."
The teacher scanned the PADD and then nodded. "Do you want them in order from top to bottom or bottom to top?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Okay," the teacher said. "Third in class rank would be Mr. Anthony Biswick." A tall human stood and nodded respectfully at Geordi and B'Elanna.
"Mr. Biswick is a very responsible student that always manages to turn his work in on time. He is dedicated and hard working. However, his social skills are slightly lacking."
Anthony Biswick sat down and continued his work. "Second in class rank is Mr. Julius Xavier. Mr. Xavier is clever in his problem solving and always seems to have a positive outlook on all situations. He has an astounding ability at diagnosing and fixing things. However, sometimes he doesn't fix them fast enough."
Julius Xavier sat back down with a slight look of disgust. "First in class rank is Ms. T'Allah." The only female Vulcan in the class stood. She stared straight ahead as the teacher began.
"Ms. T'Allah is a genius when it comes to engineering. I have not seen a student with so much potential since you, Lt. Torres. Not only is she highly skilled in engineering, but she is top rank in operations as well. She is quick witted and solves problems faster then I can. The only problem I foresee is that she is Vulcan therefore she might have to contend with tension among the crew. Not all like to be corrected by Vulcans."
Geordi nodded. "Thank you. We would like to meet with them privately if that is alright."
"You will have to wait until after my lecture, Commander. The students are not allowed any absences or they will fail."
Geordi's face dropped but he nodded. "Very well."
B'Elanna snatched the PADD away from the teacher. "We'll be back as soon as class is over."
The teacher nodded and continued her lecture.
"Well, I'm glad I didn't make it to Command School. I would've hated having a teacher like that." B'Elanna said.
"I went through her class. She's tough, but she knows her stuff."
"So do I and I didn't have to sit through a two hour lecture to learn it."
The classroom door opened and the students filed out, laughing and talking. After they'd filtered out, B'Elanna and Geordi entered to see the three students all still sitting at their seats.
"They're all yours," the teacher said as she left the door whooshing shut behind her.
"Okay…uh, we'll need to see Anthony Biswick in her office," Geordi said.
"T'Allah, you're up," B'Elanna said, as she stuck her head out of the office. T'Allah, the only student left, rose and entered the office.
"Have a seat," Geordi said, gesturing to the chair next to him. B'Elanna sat down in the teacher's chair and propped her feet up on the desk. Geordi was slouched slightly with his ankles crossed and the PADD lying in his lap. T'Allah sat ramrod straight in her chair, hands in lap, looking directly at B'Elanna.
"Now we have to ask you some silly questions about yourself. Even though it's probably obvious who we're going to pick."
"B'Elanna! The least you could do is make her sweat it."
"Vulcans don't sweat like that, Geordi. They only sweat when it reaches certain degrees Kelvin. Haven't you ever met Tuvok? He even has the grace to sweat elegantly."
Geordi cleared his throat to hide his laughter and said, "Let's continue. T'Allah, we would like to know what you plan to do after you finish Command School."
"I have decided that my options include either working on a starship or completing my education by going for a Doctorate in Engineering and Operations while I occupy a job here on Earth."
"Is that all or do you plan on building a new starship?"
"That actually occurred to me but it does not concur with the type of career I want to pursue."
Oh my…its Tuvok incarnate!" B'Elanna said, and then burst out laughing. Geordi tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't help as the laughter came. T'Allah gave them a 'Vulcan Look' and waited patiently for their attention.
"Sorry," B'Elanna cleared her throat. "Okay, what if we told you we had a job for you right now, but you would have to halt progress on your education."
"It would depend on the type of job."
"Its top secret, take it or leave it."
"It is not logical for me to commit to a job I know very little about, however, I believe it would be foolish to just say no."
Geordi cocked his head. "I think she did a beautiful job of avoiding an answer."
"What led up to your decision to study to be an Engineer and Operations Officer? I have a personal question. Why did you pick two?"
"I wasn't positive on what I wanted my career to be so I decided it would be logical to major in both. Therefore, in whichever I decide on, I shall be skilled in both."
"Have you decided yet?" B'Elanna asked.
"It depends on the type of job I am offered. The better one will be my choice."
"I think that's all we need, thank you for coming, see you later," Geordi said.
T'Allah stood. "You can leave now," B'Elanna said.
She remained standing. "You're dismissed," Geordi said.
T'Allah nodded and then left.
"What a character!" B'Elanna exclaimed.
"I think she's perfect."
"Of course she is, she's Vulcan, what are they not good at!"
"Showing emotions?"
"Very funny."
"I guess we can leave now. We're in agreement?"
"Of course, now let's get out of here, the school's giving me a headache."
When Doctor Bashir and Crusher entered the medical facility, the class was diagnosing patients. The Doctor in charge recognized them and walked over.
"Welcome Doctor Crusher, Doctor Bashir."
"Doctor Lesal, it's nice to see you again," Beverly said warmly, shaking her hand. Bashir nodded his hello.
"We have orders from Admiral Farragut to speak with your top three students. If it's not too much trouble could we interview them?"
"Of course, if you follow me I can show you to a private office. I'll send them in from first to third."
"Do you need to see our orders?" Doctor Bashir asked.
"Oh, no, I trust you." Doctor Lesal said. She exited and Beverly said, "She was always my favorite teacher."
"I know. She has such a wonderful bedside manner."
They looked at each other, and then started to laugh. There was a soft knock on the door. "Come in," Julian said.
A soft looking girl entered and sat down. She smiled and said, "My name is Adrianna. I just want to say that you both are my idols. This is my dream come true to meet you both."
Beverly and Julian looked at each other and then both smiled at the girl. "Thank you, Adrianna."
"Okay, let's begin," Beverly said. "What do you plan on doing after you finish school?"
"Find the first starship out of here and start exploring the galaxy."
"What if we told you we have a job for you right now after you graduated, but I'm afraid the contents are classified?"
"I'd jump at it. Like I said, I'm ready to go."
Julian finally got a word in edgewise. "What made you choose the profession of a Doctor? It can be a stressful job."
"Ever since I can remember I have been 'doctoring' people, whether it is physical or mental. It was actually my mother's idea. I've loved everyday since I came here. I think I'm ready to leave. It's time to move on."
"Thank you Adrianna. We'll get back to you."
"Of course," she smiled. "Thank you."
"I like her," Julian said, after she'd left.
"We still have two others to interview, Julian," Beverly said.
"Well they have a hell of a stick to measure up to."
"I think the choice is universally accepted," Julian said.
"Oh?"
"We are definitely going to pick Adrianna."
"We are?"
"Uh…yeah. She has the best bedside manner and she's the smartest and the most honest…"
"Julian…do you have a crush on her?"
Julian looked aghast. "She's a child compared to me!"
"So you're that old?"
"No, it's just…"
"I'm teasing you, Julian, I like her too. She's got my vote."
Troi, Kira, and Ezri caused quite a stir when they entered the classroom for Operations. Not only were they famous but they were considered quite beautiful and men stared at them wherever they went.
The class was goggle eyed as they spoke quietly to the teacher then went into his office. There was further confusion as he called for Marco Guillia. The classroom erupted into chaos. Marco sent his fellow male classmates a very male smirk as he sauntered into the office.
"Hello, ladies."
Kira looked up. "Sit down, boy. It's Colonel Kira to you and you'll show some respect to your superiors."
"Yes, sir."
"Now, we have some questions for you and I want serious answers. This is not some child's game, Lt."
"Yes, sir."
Troi crossed her legs and said, "What do you plan on doing after school?"
"Well, I plan on being the best Operations Officer in Starfleet."
Kira rolled her eyes, behind him, and Dax hid a smile. "That's very advantageous of you."
"Thank you."
"What if we told you we had a job for you right now, after you graduate? It's classified so you'd be going in blindfolded."
"Of course I'd say yes. Who wouldn't?"
All three exchanged glances. Ezri leaned forward and setting her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. "What made you want to be an Operations Officer? You have the temperament of a pilot."
"I don't know. Actually, if you want to know the truth, I placed all the different jobs around a bottle and I spun it and it landed on Operations."
"And you're the number one student?" Ezri asked with disbelief.
"Guess it was a lucky spin."
"And I'm guessing this interview is over," Kira said.
Marco stood. "Thank you, ladies," he said with a wink.
"Marco!" They yelled as he left.
"I suppose it's obvious who we're going to pick," Ezri said.
Kira yawned and stretched. "That last one talked forever."
Troi ran her hands through her hair and rubbed her neck. "I'm thinking Marco is going to be my choice."
"Because he's the best or because you just want to get out of here?"
"A little bit of both," Troi said with a rueful laugh.
Dax chuckled. "I agree."
Kira yawned again. "Okay, Marco the egotistical Operations guy it is."
They all laughed and left.
"We looked everywhere and we just couldn't find a pilot capable of this mission," Janeway said.
"I see," Admiral Farragut said. "What about recruiting a test pilot?"
"That is a good idea, Admiral," Picard said.
"I don't think I'd leave that job if I was a test pilot," Paris said.
"I'm sure you can find at least one," the Admiral said, "Even if you have to go through every single one of them."
They all sighed and the Admiral laughed. "Long day?"
"You have no idea, Admiral," Paris said. "If I have to listen to one more cocky pilot brag about his exploits I'm going to puke."
"Reminds me of someone I know," Janeway murmured.
"Oh, I'm not that bad."
"That, I believe is a matter of opinion."
"Whatever you say Captain."
"Alright men, and woman, go get those pilots," the Admiral said.
Picard rolled his eyes. "You can be excited, Admiral, you don't have to go listen to more cocky pilots."
The Admiral smiled as he heard the Paris complaining as they exited and Janeway and Picard's droll answers.
The conference room was packed with the crews and the students. The crews were relaxed and talking while the students stood and fidgeted unsure of what to do.
Kamiah was speaking quietly with Worf. "I'm worried about my brother, Worf. He hasn't contacted me or answered any of my messages."
"Perhaps he has disowned you like the rest of your house."
Kamiah's eyes narrowed. "He wouldn't do that."
"You said that about your mother and look what happened."
"Well, I still have you."
"Yes, you do."
"Aren't you worried about him Worf? Could you speak with my mother and find out what happened to him. I am worried about him."
"He can take care of himself, Kamiah."
"You don't understand, Worf. He's half human and he'll always have to contend with that. They will always rub it in his face," she said bitterly.
"As they did to you?"
"We aren't talking about me. I just…I worry about him."
"I will see what I can do."
"Oh, thank you, Worf!"
"Don't hug me!"
"Sorry."
"That's alright."
T'Allah walked with Torres and her husband Paris around the room. They were introducing her to different kinds of people. "Here, come meet Worf. I think you'll like him."
B'Elanna led T'Allah over to where Worf was standing with a young girl. "Worf, I'd like you to meet my protégé T'Allah."
Worf turned and when T'Allah saw the girl standing next to him her face turned frigid. "Kamiah."
Kamiah recognized her instantly. "T'Allah. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see you here, but I am."
Worf, B'Elanna, and Paris looked with shock at the two girl's interchange.
"Still here are we? I suppose you would've been on your garbage scow by now."
Kamiah roared and launched herself at T'Allah, but was stopped in mid jump by Worf who grasped the back of her uniform.
"How dare you say that to me? I beat the Kobayashi Maru No Win Scenario! Something your crew could never even have attempted!"
"We were not given the opportunity. Starfleet thought that I should be on your team instead, taking my crew out of the running, all because you lost an engineer."
"I could've beaten it without an engineer!"
"Not if you didn't have me holding your ship together."
Kamiah suddenly calmed down and said coldly, "I could've beaten it alone."
She wrenched herself out of Worf's grasp and stalked off. The whole room had been watching the conversation with interest. Before questions could be asked, the doors whooshed open and Admiral Farragut walked in.
Everyone began to take seats and Paris said to B'Elanna and Worf, "I think we're going to have crew problems."
Kamiah and T'Allah both walked towards the same seat looked at each other and then both turned and walked in different directions to new seats as far away as possible.
The Admiral called order and said, "I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here. Starfleet decided after the Dominion War that we needed a new branch, a top secret branch. A group that would perform covert operations that Starfleet would rather not be joined to. You are that chosen group. We sent members from our top three crews to scout you out and bring you here. You are the best of the best at what you do, so be proud.
"I would like for each new member to stand and introduce yourself and what you do." They all looked around to see who would go first. Finally Marco got tired of all the staring and stood up.
"I'm Lt. Marco Guillia and I am an Operations Officer."
A young, dainty looking girl stood. Tucking her dark hair behind her ears she said, "I'm Lt. Adrianna and I am a Doctor."
Kamiah stood confidently and looked around the whole room. "I'm Ensign Kamiah and I'm a Tactical Officer."
T'Allah stood and said, "I am Cadet T'Allah and I am an Engineering Officer."
At the end of the conference table, a handsome young man stood and said, "I am Commander Talkan and I am a helmsman."
The Admiral nodded. "Now, I present to you, Project Hidden Agenda."
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"For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack."
--Rudyard Kipling
"What the hell are we doing here anyway?" B'Elanna Torres said to her husband Tom as they walked the halls of Starfleet Headquarters.
"I don't know, the Captain said to report for some Top Secret Mission."
"You know, you figured we would've all split up by now, but no we have to stick together on the new Voyager even."
"Oh come on B'Elanna, you know you love'em."
"Only because I have to. The Captain might threaten to send me to a Counseling Session for anger management."
"She only did that once, and that was because you threatened to throw Seven of Nine out of the airlock."
"Whose side are you on anyway?" B'Elanna said as she threw her husband a nasty glare.
"You know I'm always on your side, honey."
B'Elanna smiled at him. "As if there's another side," he muttered under his breath.
B'Elanna glared at him as if to say he wasn't as sly as he thought. Tom gave her a quick smile and kiss as he speedily rushed off muttering something about old friends. B'Elanna shook her head as she said, "Sometimes, they make it so easy."
"Remember the meeting," she yelled after her husband who waved back his recognition. She just smiled to herself as she wandered off to find the meeting room.
Worf and Colonel Kira were walking together down the large corridors in silence. It was the comfortable silence of those who'd worked long and hard together. Worf, however, was not entirely sure what they were doing here.
"Colonel, why are we here?"
Kira looked up at him and said, "What? Not excited to be on leave from DS9?"
"It does not really matter to me where we are."
Kira laughed. "Only you can truly appreciate my sense of humor Worf."
Worf just looked at her and she laughed again. "It was a joke Worf."
"I know."
Kira shook her head smiling. "We're here for a Top Secret mission. You'll find out when we attend the meeting."
She noticed his attention was drawn down the hallway to a fast approaching figure.
"I believe it is Captain Picard."
Kira furrowed her eyebrows in slight confusion. "I did not know he was going to be here."
Worf did not have time to comment. Picard also looked confuse to see them there, but happy nonetheless.
"What a pleasure, Colonel Kira. Commander Worf, it has been a long time."
"It is good to see you again, Captain," Worf said, nodding his head.
Kira nodded. She cocked her head slightly as she asked, "I suppose you are here for the same reason we are, Captain?"
Picard smiled evasively. "I think that depends on the reason you are here."
Kira gave a half smile and said, "We shall see."
If Worf was confused by the interchange he did not show it. They began to walk together in the direction Picard was going. "Where we're you heading?"
"No where in particular," Kira said casually. "Just wandering around."
"Is the rest of the Enterprise Crew with you, Captain?"
Picard shook his head. "I selected a few of my senior officers. I'm sure you'll see them around."
Worf nodded. "If you'll excuse me, Captain, Colonel."
Kira nodded as did Picard who shook his hand. "It was good seeing you again, Commander."
Worf nodded and gave a small smile as he strode away. Kira was looking after him with a worried expression on her features.
"He has been acting very strangely the last couple of weeks. I'm not sure why."
"Perhaps it is a Klingon issue. He served for me for many years and I never did figure out all of his mood swings."
Kira shrugged. "I'm sure he will tell me when the time is right. So, Captain, how is Starfleet treating you these days?"
"I hope very well," a voice broke in. They both looked up in surprise at the newcomer.
"Captain Janeway!"
"The one and only. How are things going?"
"Very well," Picard said chuckling, as Kira nodded.
"It seems as if Starfleet has collected all their favorite people together," Janeway said.
"You know the last time I saw you was when you docked at DS9…ten years ago. I should say you didn't keep up a very good correspondence."
Janeway laughed. "Forgive me; all of my letters were somehow mysteriously deleted."
Kira snickered while Picard smiled. "I suppose we're all heading to the same place?" Janeway asked.
"I don't know," Kira and Picard said in unison. They all laughed. Picard said, "I presume we'll soon find out if we continue walking."
"I can't believe it. I made it here before the captain. That's a first," Paris said as he surveyed the room, but what really surprised him was that his crew wasn't the only one there. He saw Doctor Crusher, Commander La Forge, and Counselor Troi from Enterprise and Doctor Bashir, Lt. Ezri Dax, and Commander Worf from Deep Space Nine. Then of course there was the group from the Voyager crew which was Commander Tuvok, Lt. Torres, and himself. The crews were talking among themselves trying to catch up on lost time.
"So, Doctor Bashir how is your research coming?" Beverley Crusher asked as she leaned against a chair that was placed underneath an unusually large conference table.
"It is coming along. I still have quite a ways to go to take the addictiveness out of Tricordrazine."
"It is really quite an ambitious goal. I wish you the best."
"Thank you. Are you working on anything currently?"
"Not really. I have been going to so many conferences that I haven't had the time. I hope to get back-," Doctor Crusher stopped suddenly when she realized that Lt. Torres and Commander La Forge were hurrying over to her. 'Do all engineers walk like that? They walk as if the world is going to end if they don't get here fast enough, and with such confidence too.' Crusher thought to herself then chuckled. Bashir gave Crusher a puzzled look and turned around to see the pair. They stared at each other for moment, when finally someone decided to speak.
"Sorry to bother you Commander, Lt. Commander La Forge and I were wondering if you knew why we are here," Torres said making eye contact with Doctor Crusher.
"I'm sorry B'Elanna. I'm afraid you know just about as much as I do. I hope don't mind the change in subject but, how's your daughter?"
"Oh, she's great! They grow up so fast. Before you know it she will be walking the halls of Starfleet Academy."
"Uh, excuse me, but I don't think I know you. I'm Lt. Julian Bashir, Doctor on DS9." Bashir said trying to get a word in.
"Sorry Doctor. I'm Lt. B'Elanna Torres, Chief Engineer on Voyager." B'Elanna said extending her hand.
"Pleased to meet you. Oh, I'm sorry excuse my rudeness. It is great seeing you too Commander La Forge. It has been awhile." Bashir accepted B'Elanna's handshake and extended his hand to La Forge who grasped it tightly.
"It is nice to see you too. It has been to long." Geordi said smiling.
"B'Elanna Torres, you were one of the Maquis that was given a Starfleet commission." Bashir said redirecting his attention to her. "It must be nice not to have to go through the academy."
"You have no idea." B'Elanna said just as the doors slid open. All the heads in the room turned to look. The two Captains and the Colonel strolled in. They were quite unprepared for all of the questions that were thrown at them. Captain Picard was the first one to recover.
"Everyone be quiet!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. Janeway and Kira exchanged smiles as the room became quiet. Said like a true Captain. "We don't know what's going on either. So asking us questions would be pointless. We will just have to wait until the Admiral-," The doors swished open. Janeway, Kira, and Picard nodded at Admiral Jonathan Farragut as he walked in. Everyone stood at attention as he neared his seat.
"At ease," the Admiral said as he took his place. Everyone relaxed a little as they tried to sit according to rank which was hard since they had so many crews. When they all finally found seats the Admiral began to explain the situation. "Alright, I'm sure you're all wondering what you are doing here. If you haven't noticed yet you are sitting among the best in Starfleet. We are going to ask you to find the very best at Starfleet Command School, and Medical Academy. Why? You ask. After the Dominion Wars we realized that we needed an elite force to fight in secret what the Federation couldn't fight in the open. At first we thought we should take the best, you, and put you on a new starship making you our elite force, but then we realized that we still need you at the positions you currently hold. We wanted you all to be involved however. So what you are going to do is select our elite crew for us so they can begin getting used to each other and their positions as soon as possible. That's about it. Any questions?" There was a stunned silence. No questions were asked, because what was there to ask.
"Okay now I'm going to give you your assignments. Commander Troi, Lt. Dax, and Colonel Kira you will be looking for the best in operations. Commander La Forge and Lt. Torres will have engineering. Commander Worf and Commander Tuvok will have tactical/security. Doctor Bashir and Doctor Crusher will have medical. Finally Captain Picard, Captain Janeway, and Lt. Paris will have helm/navigation. Now, I suggest that your group go to a few of classes, talk to the teachers, and observe. From those classes you will pick your top three students. After you have done that you will have a verbal interview with each student. I am going to lay a list of questions for each of you on the table. These will be asked in the verbal interview. Then you will pick your top student and bring them to the meeting that we will have one week from now. Any last minute questions?" He paused then said, "No questions? Then I suggest you get into your groups and get started. You are dismissed." The Admiral walked out not looking behind him. The room was silent, but only for a moment.
"This is going to be interesting." Paris said with a sigh.
"Welcome Commanders," Lt. Pierce said as he led them into his office. "So, what can I do for you today?"
"We have an order from the Admiral giving us leave to question three of your top students."
Lt. Pierce studied the order for a minute then nodded. "Of course, sir, follow me."
Lt. Pierce led them into his classroom where students were in front of terminals. "Right now I have them running a program on human psychology. They have to figure out why humans react a certain way in a certain situation."
"Interesting," Tuvok said.
"Lt, we're on a tight schedule," Worf said impatiently.
"Oh yes. My three top students are actually in the class right now." He led them to a corner of the room so that all could be seen.
"The female human on terminal six. She is number three in her class. Her name is Sasha Comstans and she's a joy to work with. I don't believe there's a person here who doesn't like her.
"The male human on terminal nine is Matthew Brody and he is my number two student. He doesn't say much, but he's a genius. I don't understand completely what's holding him back. He works well with others also."
"And the number one student?" Tuvok prompted.
"Ah, yes, that one."
"Why do say it in such a tone?" Tuvok queried.
Lt. Pierce merely sighed. Suddenly, a Klingon curse rent the calm quiet and there was a loud boom. Lt. Pierce winced. "That would be my number one student, Kamiah.
"Kamiah's a wonderful student and very bright and smart. She even works well with a few people. Her work is always as complete as it can be and she's very thorough. However, her temperament is terrible. Most of my students are scared to work with her.
"She has the ability to be the best Tactical Officer Starfleet has ever seen. She is the third to defeat the Kobayashi Maru No Win Scenario."
The three watched Kamiah stomp over to the counter, grab a kit of tools and begin to repair the program.
"The only reason I allow her excessive outbursts is because she's a genius when it comes to fixing programs and if she destroyed it then there was something wrong and she'll be able to fix it."
Both Commanders exchanged looks but didn't comment. "I believe that's all we need, Lt. Thank you for your time."
The Lt nodded and both Commanders left.
"So why exactly am I coming here?" Kamiah asked Lt. Pierce as they walked down the hallway.
"These people want to interview you, maybe for a position on a prestigious ship, if you're lucky. Just behave yourself and control your temper."
"Don't worry sir."
Pierce rang the chimes on the door. The doors whooshed open to reveal Tuvok. "Commander Tuvok," Kamiah murmured in awe. Lt. Pierce patted her back, nodded to Tuvok, and left.
"Please come in Ensign Kamiah."
Kamiah entered and took a seat that Tuvok offered her. She sat primly with her hands in her lap. Commander Worf entered from the other room and Kamiah suddenly squealed and jumped up, running into his arms and hugging him.
"Worf! I didn't know you'd be here. Oh, I missed you so much. Have you heard from Koran?"
Worf looked decidedly uncomfortable and managed to somehow detach Kamiah and set her several feet away.
"I see these humans have rubbed off on you. No, I have not heard from Koran."
Kamiah's face turned serious and she sat back down in her chair. "That's strange because I used to receive messages from him often and now…well, I haven't heard from him in a long time."
"Excuse me…can we return to the issue at hand. We need to conduct this interview. It is our last one."
"Of course," Worf said and also took a seat.
"What are your plans when you finish your Doctorate?" Tuvok asked.
"Right now I am a weapons specialist on Project Discovery. After I complete my Doctorate I hope to either work on a ship or continue with the project."
"What if I told you I had a job for you right now, but you would have to halt progress on your education?"
"It depends on the job. What exactly would I be doing?"
"We are not at liberty to discuss that right now."
Kamiah's face lit up. "Well, if it's that secret I'd have to say yes."
"You thrill on secrecy?" Worf asked.
"Amazingly yes. It must be those humans rubbing off on me."
Worf just looked at her and the moment died. "Sorry."
"What led up to your decision to study to be a Tactical Officer?" Tuvok asked.
"I like fighting. The main reason is because Security has always interested me, especially phasers and various other weapons. I am very good at blowing my enemy to pieces."
"I think that's all we need. Thank you."
Kamiah stood and shook their hands. "Thank you for taking the time out to interview me."
"Of course. You're dismissed."
Kamiah hugged Worf again, straightened her uniform, and exited promptly.
"There is no way we are assigning her to this mission," Tuvok stated.
"She's the perfect Tactical Officer, Commander," Worf argued.
"She's a bomb waiting to explode and she could endanger the crew. The humanoid, Sasha Comstons, is just as capable."
"Except that her education is most important to her. She didn't seem to like the idea of a Top Secret Mission."
Tuvok was quiet as he thought. "I am only thinking of her temperament. Her teacher even said she doesn't work well with others," he said after a few minutes.
"I have known Kamiah all of her life. Believe me when I say she is perfect for this mission. She's the best and that's what we're looking for."
Tuvok was silent again, and then finally he said, "Fine, but I still believe that her temperament will hinder the mission."
"I will speak with her if it concerns you that much."
"I do believe that your feelings for this girl are helping to make your decision."
"Perhaps, but I would not allow an incapable person the opportunity she is being presented."
"Very well then. She will be our choice."
"Let's just get this done with okay, Geordi. This is the last thing I want to do on something that's close to shore leave."
Geordi laughed. "I think I agree with you."
They entered the classroom and interrupted the teacher in mid lecture. The class was in awe and whispers were heard throughout the classroom. "That's B'Elanna Torres and Geordi La Forge. I wonder what they're here for." The teacher did not look happy about being interrupted.
B'Elanna whipped out the PADD that had their orders on it and handed it to the teacher. "I'm sure you'll find everything in order."
The teacher scanned the PADD and then nodded. "Do you want them in order from top to bottom or bottom to top?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Okay," the teacher said. "Third in class rank would be Mr. Anthony Biswick." A tall human stood and nodded respectfully at Geordi and B'Elanna.
"Mr. Biswick is a very responsible student that always manages to turn his work in on time. He is dedicated and hard working. However, his social skills are slightly lacking."
Anthony Biswick sat down and continued his work. "Second in class rank is Mr. Julius Xavier. Mr. Xavier is clever in his problem solving and always seems to have a positive outlook on all situations. He has an astounding ability at diagnosing and fixing things. However, sometimes he doesn't fix them fast enough."
Julius Xavier sat back down with a slight look of disgust. "First in class rank is Ms. T'Allah." The only female Vulcan in the class stood. She stared straight ahead as the teacher began.
"Ms. T'Allah is a genius when it comes to engineering. I have not seen a student with so much potential since you, Lt. Torres. Not only is she highly skilled in engineering, but she is top rank in operations as well. She is quick witted and solves problems faster then I can. The only problem I foresee is that she is Vulcan therefore she might have to contend with tension among the crew. Not all like to be corrected by Vulcans."
Geordi nodded. "Thank you. We would like to meet with them privately if that is alright."
"You will have to wait until after my lecture, Commander. The students are not allowed any absences or they will fail."
Geordi's face dropped but he nodded. "Very well."
B'Elanna snatched the PADD away from the teacher. "We'll be back as soon as class is over."
The teacher nodded and continued her lecture.
"Well, I'm glad I didn't make it to Command School. I would've hated having a teacher like that." B'Elanna said.
"I went through her class. She's tough, but she knows her stuff."
"So do I and I didn't have to sit through a two hour lecture to learn it."
The classroom door opened and the students filed out, laughing and talking. After they'd filtered out, B'Elanna and Geordi entered to see the three students all still sitting at their seats.
"They're all yours," the teacher said as she left the door whooshing shut behind her.
"Okay…uh, we'll need to see Anthony Biswick in her office," Geordi said.
"T'Allah, you're up," B'Elanna said, as she stuck her head out of the office. T'Allah, the only student left, rose and entered the office.
"Have a seat," Geordi said, gesturing to the chair next to him. B'Elanna sat down in the teacher's chair and propped her feet up on the desk. Geordi was slouched slightly with his ankles crossed and the PADD lying in his lap. T'Allah sat ramrod straight in her chair, hands in lap, looking directly at B'Elanna.
"Now we have to ask you some silly questions about yourself. Even though it's probably obvious who we're going to pick."
"B'Elanna! The least you could do is make her sweat it."
"Vulcans don't sweat like that, Geordi. They only sweat when it reaches certain degrees Kelvin. Haven't you ever met Tuvok? He even has the grace to sweat elegantly."
Geordi cleared his throat to hide his laughter and said, "Let's continue. T'Allah, we would like to know what you plan to do after you finish Command School."
"I have decided that my options include either working on a starship or completing my education by going for a Doctorate in Engineering and Operations while I occupy a job here on Earth."
"Is that all or do you plan on building a new starship?"
"That actually occurred to me but it does not concur with the type of career I want to pursue."
Oh my…its Tuvok incarnate!" B'Elanna said, and then burst out laughing. Geordi tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't help as the laughter came. T'Allah gave them a 'Vulcan Look' and waited patiently for their attention.
"Sorry," B'Elanna cleared her throat. "Okay, what if we told you we had a job for you right now, but you would have to halt progress on your education."
"It would depend on the type of job."
"Its top secret, take it or leave it."
"It is not logical for me to commit to a job I know very little about, however, I believe it would be foolish to just say no."
Geordi cocked his head. "I think she did a beautiful job of avoiding an answer."
"What led up to your decision to study to be an Engineer and Operations Officer? I have a personal question. Why did you pick two?"
"I wasn't positive on what I wanted my career to be so I decided it would be logical to major in both. Therefore, in whichever I decide on, I shall be skilled in both."
"Have you decided yet?" B'Elanna asked.
"It depends on the type of job I am offered. The better one will be my choice."
"I think that's all we need, thank you for coming, see you later," Geordi said.
T'Allah stood. "You can leave now," B'Elanna said.
She remained standing. "You're dismissed," Geordi said.
T'Allah nodded and then left.
"What a character!" B'Elanna exclaimed.
"I think she's perfect."
"Of course she is, she's Vulcan, what are they not good at!"
"Showing emotions?"
"Very funny."
"I guess we can leave now. We're in agreement?"
"Of course, now let's get out of here, the school's giving me a headache."
When Doctor Bashir and Crusher entered the medical facility, the class was diagnosing patients. The Doctor in charge recognized them and walked over.
"Welcome Doctor Crusher, Doctor Bashir."
"Doctor Lesal, it's nice to see you again," Beverly said warmly, shaking her hand. Bashir nodded his hello.
"We have orders from Admiral Farragut to speak with your top three students. If it's not too much trouble could we interview them?"
"Of course, if you follow me I can show you to a private office. I'll send them in from first to third."
"Do you need to see our orders?" Doctor Bashir asked.
"Oh, no, I trust you." Doctor Lesal said. She exited and Beverly said, "She was always my favorite teacher."
"I know. She has such a wonderful bedside manner."
They looked at each other, and then started to laugh. There was a soft knock on the door. "Come in," Julian said.
A soft looking girl entered and sat down. She smiled and said, "My name is Adrianna. I just want to say that you both are my idols. This is my dream come true to meet you both."
Beverly and Julian looked at each other and then both smiled at the girl. "Thank you, Adrianna."
"Okay, let's begin," Beverly said. "What do you plan on doing after you finish school?"
"Find the first starship out of here and start exploring the galaxy."
"What if we told you we have a job for you right now after you graduated, but I'm afraid the contents are classified?"
"I'd jump at it. Like I said, I'm ready to go."
Julian finally got a word in edgewise. "What made you choose the profession of a Doctor? It can be a stressful job."
"Ever since I can remember I have been 'doctoring' people, whether it is physical or mental. It was actually my mother's idea. I've loved everyday since I came here. I think I'm ready to leave. It's time to move on."
"Thank you Adrianna. We'll get back to you."
"Of course," she smiled. "Thank you."
"I like her," Julian said, after she'd left.
"We still have two others to interview, Julian," Beverly said.
"Well they have a hell of a stick to measure up to."
"I think the choice is universally accepted," Julian said.
"Oh?"
"We are definitely going to pick Adrianna."
"We are?"
"Uh…yeah. She has the best bedside manner and she's the smartest and the most honest…"
"Julian…do you have a crush on her?"
Julian looked aghast. "She's a child compared to me!"
"So you're that old?"
"No, it's just…"
"I'm teasing you, Julian, I like her too. She's got my vote."
Troi, Kira, and Ezri caused quite a stir when they entered the classroom for Operations. Not only were they famous but they were considered quite beautiful and men stared at them wherever they went.
The class was goggle eyed as they spoke quietly to the teacher then went into his office. There was further confusion as he called for Marco Guillia. The classroom erupted into chaos. Marco sent his fellow male classmates a very male smirk as he sauntered into the office.
"Hello, ladies."
Kira looked up. "Sit down, boy. It's Colonel Kira to you and you'll show some respect to your superiors."
"Yes, sir."
"Now, we have some questions for you and I want serious answers. This is not some child's game, Lt."
"Yes, sir."
Troi crossed her legs and said, "What do you plan on doing after school?"
"Well, I plan on being the best Operations Officer in Starfleet."
Kira rolled her eyes, behind him, and Dax hid a smile. "That's very advantageous of you."
"Thank you."
"What if we told you we had a job for you right now, after you graduate? It's classified so you'd be going in blindfolded."
"Of course I'd say yes. Who wouldn't?"
All three exchanged glances. Ezri leaned forward and setting her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. "What made you want to be an Operations Officer? You have the temperament of a pilot."
"I don't know. Actually, if you want to know the truth, I placed all the different jobs around a bottle and I spun it and it landed on Operations."
"And you're the number one student?" Ezri asked with disbelief.
"Guess it was a lucky spin."
"And I'm guessing this interview is over," Kira said.
Marco stood. "Thank you, ladies," he said with a wink.
"Marco!" They yelled as he left.
"I suppose it's obvious who we're going to pick," Ezri said.
Kira yawned and stretched. "That last one talked forever."
Troi ran her hands through her hair and rubbed her neck. "I'm thinking Marco is going to be my choice."
"Because he's the best or because you just want to get out of here?"
"A little bit of both," Troi said with a rueful laugh.
Dax chuckled. "I agree."
Kira yawned again. "Okay, Marco the egotistical Operations guy it is."
They all laughed and left.
"We looked everywhere and we just couldn't find a pilot capable of this mission," Janeway said.
"I see," Admiral Farragut said. "What about recruiting a test pilot?"
"That is a good idea, Admiral," Picard said.
"I don't think I'd leave that job if I was a test pilot," Paris said.
"I'm sure you can find at least one," the Admiral said, "Even if you have to go through every single one of them."
They all sighed and the Admiral laughed. "Long day?"
"You have no idea, Admiral," Paris said. "If I have to listen to one more cocky pilot brag about his exploits I'm going to puke."
"Reminds me of someone I know," Janeway murmured.
"Oh, I'm not that bad."
"That, I believe is a matter of opinion."
"Whatever you say Captain."
"Alright men, and woman, go get those pilots," the Admiral said.
Picard rolled his eyes. "You can be excited, Admiral, you don't have to go listen to more cocky pilots."
The Admiral smiled as he heard the Paris complaining as they exited and Janeway and Picard's droll answers.
The conference room was packed with the crews and the students. The crews were relaxed and talking while the students stood and fidgeted unsure of what to do.
Kamiah was speaking quietly with Worf. "I'm worried about my brother, Worf. He hasn't contacted me or answered any of my messages."
"Perhaps he has disowned you like the rest of your house."
Kamiah's eyes narrowed. "He wouldn't do that."
"You said that about your mother and look what happened."
"Well, I still have you."
"Yes, you do."
"Aren't you worried about him Worf? Could you speak with my mother and find out what happened to him. I am worried about him."
"He can take care of himself, Kamiah."
"You don't understand, Worf. He's half human and he'll always have to contend with that. They will always rub it in his face," she said bitterly.
"As they did to you?"
"We aren't talking about me. I just…I worry about him."
"I will see what I can do."
"Oh, thank you, Worf!"
"Don't hug me!"
"Sorry."
"That's alright."
T'Allah walked with Torres and her husband Paris around the room. They were introducing her to different kinds of people. "Here, come meet Worf. I think you'll like him."
B'Elanna led T'Allah over to where Worf was standing with a young girl. "Worf, I'd like you to meet my protégé T'Allah."
Worf turned and when T'Allah saw the girl standing next to him her face turned frigid. "Kamiah."
Kamiah recognized her instantly. "T'Allah. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see you here, but I am."
Worf, B'Elanna, and Paris looked with shock at the two girl's interchange.
"Still here are we? I suppose you would've been on your garbage scow by now."
Kamiah roared and launched herself at T'Allah, but was stopped in mid jump by Worf who grasped the back of her uniform.
"How dare you say that to me? I beat the Kobayashi Maru No Win Scenario! Something your crew could never even have attempted!"
"We were not given the opportunity. Starfleet thought that I should be on your team instead, taking my crew out of the running, all because you lost an engineer."
"I could've beaten it without an engineer!"
"Not if you didn't have me holding your ship together."
Kamiah suddenly calmed down and said coldly, "I could've beaten it alone."
She wrenched herself out of Worf's grasp and stalked off. The whole room had been watching the conversation with interest. Before questions could be asked, the doors whooshed open and Admiral Farragut walked in.
Everyone began to take seats and Paris said to B'Elanna and Worf, "I think we're going to have crew problems."
Kamiah and T'Allah both walked towards the same seat looked at each other and then both turned and walked in different directions to new seats as far away as possible.
The Admiral called order and said, "I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here. Starfleet decided after the Dominion War that we needed a new branch, a top secret branch. A group that would perform covert operations that Starfleet would rather not be joined to. You are that chosen group. We sent members from our top three crews to scout you out and bring you here. You are the best of the best at what you do, so be proud.
"I would like for each new member to stand and introduce yourself and what you do." They all looked around to see who would go first. Finally Marco got tired of all the staring and stood up.
"I'm Lt. Marco Guillia and I am an Operations Officer."
A young, dainty looking girl stood. Tucking her dark hair behind her ears she said, "I'm Lt. Adrianna and I am a Doctor."
Kamiah stood confidently and looked around the whole room. "I'm Ensign Kamiah and I'm a Tactical Officer."
T'Allah stood and said, "I am Cadet T'Allah and I am an Engineering Officer."
At the end of the conference table, a handsome young man stood and said, "I am Commander Talkan and I am a helmsman."
The Admiral nodded. "Now, I present to you, Project Hidden Agenda."
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