"Ok," Dylan said. "Beka, prep the *Maru* for launch. Mr. Worf, K'Elyr-"
"May I come along?" Olma asked. "I'll want to ascertain Tyr's condition."
"Fine," Dylan said. "Rhade, Trance, you're with us too. Rommie, Mr. Harper, stay in touch with DS9. If things get any weirder, I want you guys on top of it."
Rhade frowned. "How much weirder can it get?" he asked as he followed Dylan and the others out of command.
Beka glanced over her shoulder at the Nietzschean. "After all these months, you have to ask?" She turned to Olma. "There some kind of gene behind that?"
"Undoubtedly," Olma said, appearing to enjoy teasing Rhade, "but we haven't identified it yet. And it's not for lack of trying."
Rhade's eyes flicked between Beka and Olma but he said nothing.