The group walked into the cavernous engineering room. Dominating the center of the room was a large windowed column nearly two stories high. Fluctuating rivers of super-heated plasma swam across the windows. A second pillar was partially protruding from the back wall. At least a dozen people were stationed about the room monitoring flow regulation, performing diagnostics, updating systems, or performing various other jobs. On the near wall sat the main power distribution center, a large, white six-legged octopus whose legs carried power to all the secondary distribution centers as well as the engines. A continual, low hum permeated the room, causing the romulan microphone operator to make a few adjustments. Tom Kelly, having recovered from the surprise of his captain suddenly deserting them, was now beaming like a proud parent.

"Lieutenant," T'Nia began, "why don't you give G'eshren an overview of our power capabilities." Her voice was calm and controlled. If she was at all uncomfortable about her new position with this romulan reporting crew, it didn't show. G'eshren looked almost pleadingly at him to say or do something.

"No worries," Tom replied with a smile. With a grand, sweeping gesture of his hands, he began, "Welcome to the power center of the Warlord. As you probably noticed, this ship utilizes four warp nacells. Most starships use one or two. We have two nacells dedicated to propulsion, life support, and other secondary systems. The other two nacells are meant specifically for our weapons systems and our shields." He concluded with a smile.

"That's a lot of power... what was your name again?" the reporter replied suspiciously.

"Kelly, Lieutenant Tom Kelly," he nodded, "and this ship uses a lot of power."

"Some of the crew of the romulan vessel your ship escorted back described this ship's weaponry as a barrage of green orbs. Could you give us more information on that?"

"Absolutely," Kelly beamed. This was the kind of publicity he had wanted. An entire planet was looking to him for information. As he started, he caught a quick glimpse of T'Nia's raised eyebrow and intense stare. G'eshren saw the quick visual exchange and tried to maneuver himself between the two, but it was too late. Tom had already gotten the message. "Well, um... it's a new type of cannon. It takes a lot of power, but can do an awful lot." His smile faded somewhat, knowing that 'Mother Hen' was right behind the reporter.

G'eshren sensed Tom wanted to say more. Eventually, he'd have to get this human off by himself. He couldn't help but make one final attempt to break through. "Eye witnesses say one volley destroyed one of our best warships."

Tom was a little surprised this guy knew so much. His curious look replaced his confident smile. "Well... its shields weren't up... and it was an older version of what the romulan fleet uses today..." he offered.

The reporter looked shocked again. "You mean you fired on a vessel whose shields were down?" G'eshren smelled blood.

Tom threw his hands up defensively, "No... not exactly. I mean... they were cloaked. They already attacked us several times."

Now THIS was getting juicy. "They attacked you several times? Yet your ship doesn't appear damaged at all. And how did you fire on a cloaked vessel? Can your ship detect cloaking technology? We were told that been fixed after the Dominion War."

"Well, our shields..." Tom started in defense.

T'Nia had enough. She quickly side-stepped G'eshren's interference and stepped in between them. Calmly, she raised her hand to Tom. Thankful for her interference, he silenced himself. "I'm afraid we aren't at liberty to discuss details of encounters before Starfleet has reviewed the records." She motioned with her hand. "We should move on."

"Wait a moment," G'eshren countered resolutely, "Romulus has a right to know more about this vessel that is in orbit. It's obviously capable of generating much more power than any Starfleet vessel before it. It is capable of destroying a warship in one shot, detecting cloaked vessels, and withstanding several attacks without any sign of damage."

Her voice was icy calm. "We are offering you a tour of this very ship for this very reason." She gently pressed her hand to his shoulder. "If you will please follow me, we will continue."

Reluctantly, he followed her lead. "I want to see these cannons Lieutenant Kelly spoke of." The main doors to engineering opened with a hiss.

"Details of our weapons systems are classified." She said flatly.

"Of course it is," G'eshren replied sarcastically. The camera crew followed behind. "What's next on the nonclassified tour? The bathrooms?"

She raised an eyebrow. "That wasn't on the initial itinerary, but if you wish to see one, I'm certain I can arrange it."