Frelan
Star Trek Universe

"So I'm 10 years behind on information" Hal Jordan stated almost serenely. Data's XO Commander Choudhurry wondered how the man could behave so calmly at the situation. He'd awoken in a strange location in a strange universe that was 400 years after his own world. No longer with security, she still was concerned about the effects his ring had. It operated at a technology that was, well, indistinguishable from magic.

"The Farpoint Net, as historians call it, was established by a being known as Q, who possessed apparent omniscience, among other 'god-like' abilities. He was using the net to delay us on our journey, in order to free the creature that had been captured and manipulated into masquerading as the Farpoint Station." If anything, becoming ambassador to the Vulcan people had given the former Commodore of Starfleet an even more reverent tone. Jean-Luc Picard knew he was only speaking to the man dressed in the green and white uniform in front of him. Still, he could feel the eyes of everyone in the briefing quarters rest upon him. "Q has, in the past, transported heroes from another universe into our own. A group known as The X-men"

"I'm aware of the X-men. They operate as rogues, vigilantes in their own world, hated and persecuted for physical mutations. They're heroes; they operate on the side of angels, you might say." Green Lantern interrupted the ambassador briefly. He didn't like to dwell into the memories that existed from his time as Parallax, yet it was Parallax that had travelled the Barrier known as The Bleed. "How did they return. I can make my way home from their universe"

"They made their way here from their universe. They were drawn thru by Timehooks developed by Kang the Conqueror. Q brought them here by charging Starbase 88 with veratron particles. A member of the X-men, Kurt Wagner, naturally generated veratron particles as a byproduct of his teleportation. When the X-men attempted to use their Timehook to return to their own time, they were drawn into our universe." Data's explanation was left lingering, and he looked to his left at the seat were Geordi was seated.

"Again." the master engineer finished. "Historically speaking, our universe has had much more contact with their timeline than yours, Lantern. The X-men encountered the original enterprise of the federation. Then, we were drawn into their timeline trying to return through a temporal vortex to our own present." Hal leaned back into his seat and looked contemplative for a second.

"When the Enterprise travelled after the Borg to the 21st century. You assured the continued first contact between the human civilization and Vulcans." Hal stated. Ambassador Picard was impressed with the man's recall of knowledge he had reviewed only in passing, unless the hero's ring was still on a low-level standby. "Captain I've been told that you are the one to ask whether or not I can access your stellar cartography in order to locate OA in this timeline universe."

"Considering the Enterprise's duties are primarily ceremonial, it stands to reason that your request can be accommodated." Data finished. He stood up from the head of the table. "Ambassador, we will be required to meet the envoy of the Romulan Senate at 1800 hours. Meeting dismissed." With this the yellow eyed android left the ready room and returned to the bridge. Hal looked around the room for a second and realized how much humanity Riker and Troi must have braught to this crew when they had been younger.

"Commander Choudhurry, would you be so kind as to assist me in the presentation I need to make regaurding the resettlement of the Romulans?" The woman nodded at her former captain and rose to assist the elderly bald man from his seat. As they neared the exit, Worf stood up quickly.

"I must speak with the Chancellor. I have his ear in this matter, and as long as you are a guest of the Enterprise, you are well. Still, the empire will not tolerate unauthorized access." The Klingon grumbled. His beard had tips of white at the ends where it came to sharp spikes.

"Unfortunately the ships new Medical Hologram Program doesn't like me being in Sickbay. I designed Sickbay and he won't let me down there" Doctor Crusher-Picard sighed and brushed a stray bang behind her ear.

"You helped design sickbay. I helped design a lot of this ship too. You're the one who had stars in her eyes when she suggested a profile based off of the legendary Dr. McCoy" Geordi La Forge countered.

"Hm. Yes. Captain of Engineering, Worf wouldn't let any of our other chief engineers forget it either. Through B'lanna certainly stood up to him during her stay." Beverly recanted wistfully. "To think we had almost a decade of tranquil peace. No Borg. No war. No galaxy destroying black holes"

"Yes it was most boring. Green Lantern, would you be interested in joining us at the Froggy Bottoms Riding Club for lunch. I've already scheduled an appointment for us afterwards in Stellar Cartography."

"If I'm allowed to join in the conversation." Green Lantern replied with mirth. He stood and fallowed the other two out of the room. The ready room stayed empty, visions of Federation and Vulcan ships buzzing around the Enterprise shown through the massive bay windows.

USS Voyager
Bridge
Frelan system orbit.

"Captain Paris." The man who turned to look at his former commander, both in the Maquis and during the exiled return of his current vessel, had aged considerably.

"Commodore Chakotay." Tom smiled as he turned in his seat towards the captain who had replaced Afsarah Eden when the latter had been promoted into the ranks of junior admiralty. In the years since that had happened Voyager had been the quiet flagship of Chakotay's fleet. Many of her younger officers aboard had resented how Chakotay intentionally went out of his way to make sure the Voyager wasn't threatened during any course of action.

"Tom, I kept the ship together after Kathryn moved up. After I took over as XO for Admiral Eden, I've done my best to make sure you have too"

"I've transferred away more prime talent because we're stuck doing backwater policing action of what was once the great Cardassian empire. I've never once wished they could stay, if only we faced mortal danger in a strange quadrent two or three times a month."

"Kids don't know. However, it is interesting that you bring up strange quadrents at this time." Chakotay's sigh after his sentences made Tom Paris sip his cup of raktajino a little more lightly than normal.

"Does this have something to do with the various particles that register from the USS Titan that were clinging to the Enterprise's visitor when we recovered him, does it?"

"Thank you" Commodore Chakotay took his steaming cup of raktajino from the ensign who had approached silently. He took an appreciative sniff before continuing. "It might. The president's council hasn't been notified about him yet. Discretion," Chakotay sipped deeply from his mug, at once glowering and smiling for the Klingon beverage's bitterness. "Is the better part of value, for the moment."

"So. You need a volunteer ship. The Enterprise is the flagship and five years younger. The fleet's still rebuilding. I lose good officers left and right, not because we get light duty. These kids only read about the Delta, and they think our stories are as grand and exaggerated as Kirk's that are taught in the 2nd year. You know what I think? I think Kirk's crew downplayed their stories. I know Janeway did."

"Are you just lecturing me because you know I'll listen to your soliloquy until you concede and accept whatever I'm offering you?" Chakotay took another sip of his coffee after he said this. It had been years since B'Elanna Paris had retired as a Star Fleet officer and instead harassed whoever thought to be Chief Engineer of Voyager until they left. Still her programming of proper Raktajino, New Praxis style, had survived the near destruction of the starship multiple times, and was truly satisfying.

"I don't get to talk to someone whom I've known for longer than a month these days, outside of B'Elana or Miral. That and usually it takes two cups of raktajino for you to be this talkative. Are you sure a ship which is best suited to policing the federations boarders is the best to use for this mission?"

"Its actually not the ship. She's so rebuilt its not even the same one I captained anymore. Its her senior crew. What's left of it." Chakotay paused pregnantly. Again the same ensign came over and refilled both of the men's cups from a classical kettle. Tom looked around before he sipped his.

"Is this a conversation we should have in private?"