Opening sequence; TNG song for ten seconds with visuals of the colony planet. Then fast zoom to the colony and to Isaiah. Song changes to a remix of "Rock the Dragon" with 'star trek: colony" replacing half the lyrics. Rapid scenes of Isaiah fighting Romulans. Then a black background with the Federation symbol in the middle. A kssst! sound follows for a second. A brief half-transparent image of a Cardassian man appears above and to the right of the symbol. Cut to show name, and Isaiah flying forwards over the colony. Goes to commercial.

Colony high school classroom,

one week after the battle.

The students, the ones that survived, were standing around Isaiah's desk, listening to him embellish stories about the fight. Just as he was talking about how he batted away five Romulan bird-of-prey plasma torpedoes, the teacher came in. She looked a little different.

"Good morning class. Despite the many losses we survived, we shall continue on in their name," Ms. Talllk said.

"Looks like you lost a bit more than others," said Earl, an annoying teenage boy with bright pink hair.

"Not as much as others," she replied and pulled back her left hair, which was composed of artificial curls. Her left ear was gone.

"Teacher! I lost my right hand!" said a girl who waved upher stump.

"I lost an eye!" said one of the Betazeds girls, now wearing an eyepatch with a funny human pirate symbol on it.

"I lost my lovestick and fun balls!" said the oldest teenage human. Many in the class except for Grk laughed at him.

"Well, that's a shame-"

"That's what she said!" Earl blurted out.

Ms. Talllk glared at him. "That's enough with the Old Earth jokes, Earl! They weren't funny in the 19th century either!"

"You should know, you're probably that old, hag…" he muttered under his breath.

"And as for you, Tre'quan, did you do your homework?"

"Uh…"

Ms. Talllk pointed the ruler at him. "Because if it's not on my desk by the end of the day, I'm going to talk to Nurse Hall about your reconstruction surgery! Instead, you're going to get the below average model!"

The girls and Grk laughed so hard the desks shook. The boys groaned. "Oh crap!" shouted Tre'Quan. He looked inside his paper notebook and didn't find it. He took out his digital tablet and realized it was stuck on a 'hottest ladies of the federation' slideshow. He quickly spun through pages in a foolish attempt to find his homework. One of the Tellarites snorted loudly and pointed.

"You're on the wrong file, mate!" the Tellarite said.

Tre'quan finally closed the slideshow and looked at the file master list. Of course, he kind of forgot what it was. "Uh… Romulans! They blew up my homework!" Tre'quan replied.

"According to the Federation guidebook, Article 300 subsection J, that only buys you one extra day!"

"Does that regulation really exist?" asked Genji. She sat in front of the class with one of the Deltan girls.

"I made it up," whispered Ms. Talllk, "but he won't know that." She lowered her hand and looked at Tre'quan as he struggled to find it, whatever it was, in his backpack. "Do you even remember what was the homework assignment?"

"Uh... yes, no, maybe?" Tre'quan answered.

"Three words. Below. Average. Model." Ms. Talllk was clearly taking advantage of the fact that there is no HIPAA law in the 23rd century.

"Noooo!" Tre'quan grabbed his crotch and screamed at the ceiling dramatically. Everyone laughed loudly.

"You're gonna be Isaiah sized!" said one of the Tellarite boys.

"Hey! I heard that!" Isaiah pointed angrily at him. "I am not below-average sized!"

"That's what he said!" Earl retorted. The Betazeds girls laughed so hard they fell out of their seats. And kept laughing while on the floor.

"That's it!" Isaiah stood up.

"What're gonna do, hooman?" joked the Tellarite. "Whip out yo 'captain's log'?"

Now the Deltans and Earl laughed so hard they fell out of their seats.

His eyes grew large with righteous fury. Isaiah aimed his palm at the Tellarite. "I'm gonna fry-"

Ms. Talllk interrupted Isaiah by banging her broken ruler on the desk. "Alright! That's enough! We've reached our quota of dick jokes and death threats for the semester! Now, everyone calm down and sit down!" Isaiah helped one of the Betazoids back into her seat and then sat down himself. "We are going to have another important change!" She waved and the door slid open. In walked six Cardassian teenagers. Three were girls and three were boys. One of the boys walked in on crutches and two of the girls had bandaged arms and faces. "The Cardassians are joining our school,"

The Cardassians made a line in the front row as the students silenced themselves, though Isaiah was a bit laid back, crossing his arms behind his head. "Make some introductions and take your seats." Their gray skin and spoon indented foreheads made a big impression on the students.

The introductions and first lessons went well, but the math lesson ended poorly when one of the Cardassian boys argued with the teacher.

"Why are you still using base-10 math?!" asked the student. "It is inferior!"

"Because most Alpha quadrant races have 5 fingers, Enabran. It makes rapid counting easier."

"But base-12 is so much more efficient!"

"Are you a Cardassian or a Vulcan?" loudly asked Earl. Enabran looked at him.

"That's Earl. Just ignore him," said Ms. Talllk in a tired tone of voice.

"Understood, teacher."

"Hey, Enabean!" One on the Tellarite boys said. "If I push the button on your forehead, do you go to sleep like the Vulcan neck pinch?"

"What is a Vulcan neck pinch?" asked Enabran.

The bell rang, thankfully ending the period before Ms. Talllk could give out homework. After talking with the principal about the school rules, expectations, and future options, the Cardassian teens left campus. On the way home, they saw Isaiah playing with some elementary school kids. He blew up a boulder and chunks of stone landed by their feet. Then the kids started throwing pebbles in the air. He easily shot them out of the sky. The Cardassians whispered praises amongst themselves.

But Enabran was not happy. He carefully glared at Isaiah with resentment in his heart. Isaiah was another example of people who got power and didn't deserve it. He thought of the irritating Federation founder races, their great power and how weak the Cardassians were against them. Everyone stopped to watch Isaiah showboating in the air. He floated backward with his arms behind his back as if he were sleeping while flying. Predictably, he crashed into a native Earth tree and got stuck in the branches. The others laughed while Enabran stomped off, more annoyed than ever.

At home, his little brother had just finished attaching a photo of Bajor to their wall.

"Why'd you put that up there?" asked Enabran.

"It reminds me of home," he replied. He spun around the living room, pointing out the amount of space and cool furniture. "But this human style house is nicer."

Enabran put his hand on the sofa. The padding became softer with his thoughts. "I never thought anyone would ever build a smart sofa," he said to his brother. "Speaking of which, did you do a bug sweep, Nort?"

"Yes, brother…" Nort whined. He tugged on the strings of his hoodie. "I still don't think the Obsidian Order made it all the way out here. We're almost a whole quadrant away."

Enabran sat down on the sofa. He thought about making the seat harder and the seat stiffened a little. "How was school today?"

"There's a lot of us, so the school might get one of the adults to teach us Federation culture once a week. Before we came here, there were only 15 kids, but now there's 30. We take shifts: one-hour class, one-hour playtime. Some of the Federation kids say the Klingons might join us in a few weeks."

"Really? Isn't that interesting news?"

"There aren't many kids in their group, though."

"I saw there are more Klingon teenagers so-" Enabran's explanation was interrupted by a weird 'pull' they both felt. It was as if something was calling them, and the feeling wasn't coming from their communicators or holophones. They got up.

"It came from there," Nort replied as he pointed upstairs.

"Your bedroom? What did you find in there?" Enabran asked.

"Should we wait for mom to get home?"

"No… we should investigate first then report it if it is dangerous." They both got up and walked upstairs to Nort's bedroom.

(soundtrack suggestion: Berserk- Behelit)

Enabran pointed to the wall and Nort took cover by the door while he opened it. A bright glowing light was coming from an ornate box sitting on his bed. It pulsed red every second.

"It's the Bajoran artifact box we bought," said Enabran. "But why is it doing that?"

"Do you think it's radioactive?" asked Nort.

He tapped his Federation communicator. "I think this would make a sound if we were in danger."

{Power, power!}… a voice in his head loudly said. Enabran shook his head. "I think it's talking to me."

"Me, too, but it's very faint."

{Power, power… you want the power to protect your people, don't you?} the voice said again in their heads.

"Yes," said Enabran as he began to feel the power flowing in the box. He stepped inside, reached out his hand and touched the middle opening, where the bright pulsing light was coming from.

{Our wish is granted.}

"Wait, what do you mean, our?" asked Enabran.

{Too late! No take-backs!} A wave of red energy flowed out of the box, onto his arms, then his entire body. The energy danced upwards and downwards like a flame. His eyes glowed red. The box stopped glowing, shrank to the size of a pebble, and attached itself to his belt.

"Brother?" Nort asked in fear.

Standing before Nort was something that was no longer his brother, or even a person. This superbeing turned Enabran's head, looked at Nort, and smiled like a serial killer after his third Craiglist kill. Nort backed up in fear. Before he could think about running, a loud pop! sound filled the air in the room. Enabran, and whatever evil thing controlling him, was gone.