IRW Voyager, docked at Terok Nor
Stardate 48315.6, alternate
Subcommander Janeway stepped on the warbird's bridge. "Subcommander, welcome aboard the Voyager," Commander Tasalek, her commanding officer, said.
Janeway nodded grimly. She had spent hours with the Romulan High Command arguing to be given command of this mission herself, but they had refused. They weren't willing to put a human in charge of a warbird. She had loyally served the Empire for decades, but still at every turn, she was being suspected of being a Maquis operative or accused of being a would-be mutineer.
She looked around the bridge. There were two other non-Romulans, both human: Sublieutenant Harry Kim, and Tom Paris, the observer Janeway had recruited from the Romulan Penal Colony on Tradescus Three. She was glad she could get him off there--what the prisoners were put through there was downright barbaric.
"Sublieutenant Tala," Tasalek ordered, "lay in our course and clear our departure with operations."
"Course entered," was Tala's reply. "Operations has cleared us."
"Ready thrusters."
Kim worked at his console. "Thrusters ready."
Tasalek nodded. "Engage."
