CHAPTER 21 of The Phoenix and The Wolverine.

USS Dunkirk; Deck 2; crew quarters...

Ensign Ihuoma Kadretti was awake long before her alarm went off. A slight movement of her left hand silenced it immediately.

She stared at the ceiling for several moments before she sat up and glanced at the clock.

Seven more hours until they reached the Romulan Neutral Zone.

The ensign felt the leaden weight in her stomach increase.

She closed her eyes briefly as she thought about the call she had delayed making. She had to make it now before they got closer to their destination.

Oma got out of bed and headed for the cleansing showers. She constructed the conversation she was about to have with two most important people in her life.

She prayed that they did not see through her false cheer to the fear that lay below.

In less than 12 minutes she was fully dressed in her red and black Starfleet uniform and was in-front of the mirror. She brushed her wavy short cut snow white hair, her hand touching the two slightly ridged lines on her fore-head.

Evidence of her klingon heritage; she had inherited her cafe-au-lait skin and hazel eyes from her human father.

Close family friends had stated more than once that she had inherited her mum's klingon temper and humour.

Her mother who was half klingon and half human had often laughed this off stating that her daughter was too mild mannered for a klingon.

But what very, very few people knew was that Oma had been born with a mutant ability.

Statistics showed that 85 percent of the human population had a mutant ability; while the remaining 25 percent may have a dormant mutant gene but no abilities.

However it soon came to light that human hybrids very rarely had these abilities or the mutant gene.

About less than 0.02 percent of the current population of human hybrids.

Theories pointed out that most human hybrids inherited the outstanding abilities of the non-human parent and thus this might cancel out the mutant gene.

But there had been a few notable exceptions.

Admiral Spock was one of very few; it was rumoured that his telepathic abilities were stronger than that of most vulcans.

Oma reached for a small worn out box beside her bed and removed an old 50 pence coin. Her father had found it in Old London when the family had gone there on holiday when she was 8 years old.

She had been so fascinated with it that he gave it to her and dubbed it her lucky charm.

After she turned the age of 11years she saw it as something else; a coping strategy.

Using only a tiny bit of concentration she began to elevate the coin and rotate it around each finger of her right hand.

The magnetism ability never ceased to amaze her; even before she accidentally discovered she was a one of the 0.02%.

As a child; Oma loved to read and while rummaging through her dad's library she discovered ancient well preserved books about the mutants of the 21 century.

One that had caught her eye was the memoirs of Erik Lensherr; aka Magneto.

She had been captivated by his life history ; from the death of his parents in a concentration camp; to the devastation of his family and the changing of his name from Max Eisenhardt to Erik Lensherr.

Lensherr had not spared himself when he described himself as a villain who was prepared to do everything necessary to ensure the mutant race was never massacred the way the Jews had been in the 2nd World War.

Oma's mum had found her one day reading the memoirs and seized it stating that it was too 'extreme' for her to read.

But the seed was already planted.

Oma had tried to get more articles about Erik Lensherr; from her school library and from the ship's computers. She found out about his association with the 'Xmen' ; his role in the Eugenics War and the ultimate price he paid a few months before the war ended.

Then the Dominion War started when she was 10 years old.

Her mother had refused to leave the USS Prometheus; a nebula class ship that her father had been stationed on.

Even though the captain and her husband tried to convince her to leave.

Eventually much to Oma's relief; her mum and her were allowed to stay.

However; so many other families left that Oma found herself the only child on the ship and stayed in the family quarters most times.

Then a year later; she hit puberty and woke up one morning to see every metal object in their quarters floating around her bed.

Her parents were standing at the foot of the bed trying to reach her but the metallic objects separated them from her.

The fear in their faces made her lose control and the objects fell to the floor.

Captain Lorna Steinberg had been alerted and Oma was taken to the medical bay. Dr Gladys Kalman ran the necessary tests which showed that she had the mutant gene and an ability.

Oma had been so happy but before long she realized that her parents were not pleased.

They were very scared.

She had asked them why and they tried to reassure her before leaving to discuss privately with the Captain and the Doctor.

Oma had been worried that she would be sent away; but that was laid to rest when her parents came back to her and hugged her tightly.

But they shocked her when they warned her not to tell anyone about her mutant ability.

They made her swear an oath.

She agreed but when she asked them why; they refused to tell her the reason. This frustrated her but she did not break her promise.

Until a year later, when Romulans boarded their ship for alliance negotiations.

It had been one of the few days that Oma had left the family quarters.

She had gone to the holodeck to wind surf and was on the way back to the quarters when she ran into two romulans, one female and a male.

They were accompanied by a Starfleet security officer who Oma recognised and greeted.

Then the two romulans moved to block her path.

Lieutenant Brian Demarce turned to the two Romulans with a frown on his face.

"Commanders, we have not yet reached our destination..."

The female romulan raised a hand cutting him off. "This will only take a few moments," she bent forward.

"Hello child," she smiled but Oma found herself taking a step back due to the predatory nature of the Romulan's expression.

"Eh...hello."

"You're very pretty and unique...more human than klingon; is that not so ?"

Oma looked at Brian for help; the officer was looking a bit worried.

"If you wish to speak to her family; I'm sure that can be arranged," said the security officer as he went between Oma and the romulans.

The male romulan glared at him as if he was about to attack him. Then the female said something sharply in their language and the male was still.

The female romulan tried to go round the Starfleet officer to speak to Oma.

"I just want to know if you have an ability; that's all," her voice was soft but the light in her eyes was cold and calculating.

Oma found herself shaking her head; unable to say a word. Her heart was hammering so fast.

Brian glanced at her over his shoulder and his frown deepened when he saw the fear on her face.

"Oma; go to your quarters now."

She moved to go; then stopped. She was now afraid to leave Brian alone with the Romulans.

The lieutenant read the indecision on her face and spoke quickly.

"We'll be fine; go to your mum now!"

The male romulan who was clearly growing impatient made a move towards her and Oma lost her nerve and fled.

She ran until she reached her family quarters and locked the door.

Oma had been sorely tempted to hide under her bed; however she squashed her fear and called her mother who was working in the astrophysics's lab.

Once Nadia Kadretti heard what happened; she left the lab immediately and headed for their quarters.

A few minutes later, Oma opened the door to see her mum gripping a phaser pistol in her hand and standing behind her was Oma's father.

Lieutenant Commander Trey Kadretti.

The combined look of anxiety and rage on their faces had been frightening.

For one terrifying moment, Oma was certain that her mum had killed the romulans. Nadia asked her to repeat what had happened in the hallway.

Oma became calmer as she told her silent parents what had occurred.

"Is Brian okay? I didn't like the way the romulans were looking at him."

The look of anger on her father's face was replaced for a brief moment with one of approval at her daughter's concern for the security officer.

"I'm sure he's alright, he's the one who called me a few minutes ago" then the grim look returned " I doubt the Romulans would be stupid enough to start an incident in the middle of the war that we're in."

His wife gave him a disbelieving look. "Trey; one of them is Tal Shiar."

Trey gave his wife a shocked look.

"I checked the computer files before I ran down to our quarters."

"You have not...shot them have you?" asked Oma hesitantly.

Nadia smiled at her daughter in a fierce but reassuring way. "No...but I will not hesitate to if they come near you."

Oma's eyes narrowed in confusion. "B...but why ? I thought we were allies and what is Tal Shiar?"

Her parents shared a quiet look.

"It's time we told her," said Nadia calmly. Her husband stared at her for several moments then nodded silently.

He took a deep breath. "Okay...we will but first I need to check up on Brian and the...Romulans."

Oma had waited anxiously with her mother in the living room as Trey used the com device to discover the whereabouts of the security officer and the Romulans.

A few minutes later, he returned with reassuring news.

"Brian is okay ; the Romulans are in their quarters and he assured me apart from their curiosity in you; nothing happened after you left for our quarters."

Oma released a sigh of relief.

Trey sat down opposite his wife and daughter; Oma's anxiety returned when she saw the solemn expression on her father's face. He was quiet for a while as he gathered his thoughts.

"15 years ago I was an Ensign on the USS Petersberg; a science vessel. My specialty was Astro-navigation and it was my first posting after 4 years at Starfleet Academy.

8 months into the tour; we received a distress signal within Federation Space ...but close to the Romulan Neutral Zone.

As a science vessel which was also close to the affected area; our captain decided to investigate." Trey paused; his face bleak.

"It was a trap; 3 Romulan warbirds declocked, then disabled and boarded our vessel before we could send out a distress signal."

Oma stared at him in shock and turned to her mother; Nadia's expression was set in stone.

"We fought hand to hand on board the Petersberg when we realized the Romulans were quite keen on taking prisoners...in the end it was all in vain.

A good number of us were taken alive...I was one of them.

I woke up later in a cell with several others; I noticed straight away that all of them apart from me had strange restraining devices on their hands and legs.

It didn't take long for me to realized why I was the only one free...it was because I did not have a mutant ability."

Trey was one of the 25% of humans who had dormant mutant genes. He had traced his family tree and realized that for the past 5 generations; no one in his family had shown a mutant ability.

Thus the understandable shock he showed when Oma demonstrated her ability.

Nadia on the other hand was half klingon; her mother surprisingly had the dormant gene but did not have an ability.

Trey continued; his face blank and his voice even.

"It wasn't long before fellow prisoners began to...disappear. At first; I had no idea what was going on...but we all suspected that we were being experimented on because of our mutant genes."

Oma stared at him.

"Oma; I know you have already been reading Earth's history...especially about mutants." She nodded silently.

"Good...keep it up. By now you must know that centuries ago, mutants on Earth were feared because their powers were misunderstood.

Humans almost fought a war over 'Registration of Mutants' then the Eugenics War started and mutants were eventually accepted.

After the third whole war and the devastation that was caused, most of the survivors had mutated on the molecular level.

Well...once man took that first Warp flight, the aliens we met realized that most humans were mutants and they have been equally fascinated and frightened by the mutant abilities."

Trey rubbed his face wearily; he looked much older than his 40 years.

"The Romulans were clearly concerned about mutants...in my cell we went down from 12 to just three of us.

When they came for the last of us...we were half out of our minds.

We rushed them but they knocked us out and I woke up strapped to a surgical table next to two of my crew mates..." Trey stopped at the look on horror on his daughter's face.

"Maybe I should just skip that..."

"No Trey," said Nadia in a slightly shaky voice , Oma could see that she was trying to control her rage "we have to tell her...so that she understands. At times fear is a healthy motivator."

Trey looked at her for a long time. "Alright." His voice was very soft and final.

"They took...samples; blood; bone marrow; nerve tissue and they did not care about how much pain we were in," Trey's eyes became glazed over as he recalled the screams.

"I don't know how long we were there...but I heard when the one of the scientist inform the Tal Shiar who was watching that Ensign Martin Hoshito was dead.

The female Tal Shiar showed no emotion as she ordered his body taken away for vivisection. I could not withstand the pain and I passed out again."

Trey took a deep breath. "The next time I woke up...I was been dragged by an elderly romulan. I recognised him as one of the scientists who had been in the room so I tried to kill him with my bare hands.

Luckily I was too weak to succeed...for he was trying to help me escape."

Oma saw a suspicious brightness in her father's eyes.

"Hvaid Barel; he was one of their physicians...the experiments got to him and he was ready to risk all to help me escape.

I asked about the others... but I was the only one left."

Trey covered his eyes for a long time trying to stem the tears. Oma let hers flow freely and Nadia silently held her close as she also cried.

"I was eventually able to get off the Romulan Ship with Hvaid's help...but he didn't make it. He sacrificed himself to buy me time."

Oma covered her mouth in horror.

Trey cleared his throat and continued. "Before I left the ship; Hvaid told me some very important facts.

The Tal Shiar were running the operation and were determined to have a human-romulan hybrid with mutant abilities...but all their attempts at cloning had failed. So they decided to abduct mutants to better understand their DNA; but for some reason they were no closer to reaching their goal."

Trey looked into his daughter's eyes as he covered her smaller hands with his.

"That is why you must keep your ability a secret...even from your friends. Now; do you understand ?"

Oma nodded slowly; but she had a question. "Dad, what happened after you left the Romulan ship?"

Trey smiled for the first time since she had opened the door; he looked at Nadia who also smiled through her tears.

"I met your mother and her parents, but that encounter is a story for another day."

Then the smile left his face. "I eventually got to Starfleet and told them all that had occurred...but due to the fact that I was the only survivor and did not possess any other proof apart from my memories...it was not enough for the Federation to confront the Romulans."

Oma stared at her dad in shock and looked at her mum who now had a very grim expression on her face.

"At first; I was very angry and seriously thought of leaving Starfleet...but the senior officers I met reasoned with me.

At this time the Federation had a very strained relationship with the Klingons and analysts had warned that the Federation could not hope to win in a war against the Romulan Empire.," he paused.

"Then there is the Tal Shiar...this is the elite intelligence agency of the Romulan Empire. Very little is known of them; what we do know is that they report to the highest level of the Romulan government and most likely carry out many operations without the knowing of the Senate.

It would be very easy for the Romulan Government to deny all knowledge of what happened...but an accusation would most likely lead to all out war."

Oma was left numb with this knowledge.

Trey had left her and Nadia because he had to attend a meeting with the Captain.

However, the next day Oma and her mother were put on a ship which was heading back to Earth. Nadia had quietly complied.

Oma had been told that the Prometheus was heading for the front line but she felt that the real reason she and her mum was leaving was because of the female Tal Shiar who had stayed on board the Federation starship.

Oma's mind returned to the present as the metallic coin continued to rotate around each finger.

Her control had improved over the years and she had kept her secret.

She returned the coin to the book and looked at the chronometer. It was almost time for breakfast; she needed to place her call now before she lost her nerve.

A few minutes later she was staring at her mother's face.

"Hello mother," she said in klingon.

"Your accent is terrible...how have you been my child?" said Nadia with a mischievous smile.

Oma smiled back. "Fine mum; where's dad ?"

"Did someone just call my name?" said Trey in standard as he looked over his wife's right shoulder.

Nadia hissed at him. "Now you see why her klingon is terrible ! You insist on speaking to her in the wrong language!"

Commander Kadretti grinned at her; seeing through her false anger. "I think she sounds perfect!" he turned to the screen

"So what's happening on your end?"

"We're alright dad...just doing our usual tests; by the way Commander Atavi and I were able to perfect snapping the tractor beam using only sublight speed," replied Oma in standard.

Nadia raised an eyebrow. "Sounds dangerous."

Oma rolled her eyes; if only her parents knew that the Dunkirk was heading straight for Romulan Neutral Zone.

"No; it's not dangerous. It will be great for the Starfleet-Klingon Academy War Games!"

Trey laughed; he had been proud when Oma selected astro-navigation as her specialty. "That's my girl! You are taking part; aren't you ?"

Oma hesitated briefly before answering. "I'm not sure, I guess it depends on when we get back."

Nadia and Trey looked at each other and frowned.

"Oma; what's your current location?" asked Nadia in a deceptive soft voice.

Ensign Kadretti felt like kicking herself; she had to choose her words with care.

"Mum; you know I cannot say anything about that."

Nadia opened her mouth to speak.

"And your mother and I understand why,"said Trey calmly as his wife glared at him for cutting her off.

"We...just hope you are keeping yourself safe."

Oma could not help but raise an eyebrow. "Mum and dad; I'm fine and I have survived the first 6 months of my first tour after-all."

Nadia's expression darkened. "You're also a lot younger than when your father went on his first tour."

Which was true; for Oma was only 19 years old and her father had been 25 years old on his first tour.

The reason was due to the Dominion War.

Overall death toll during the 2 year war was officially 1.8 billion. This included the massacre on Cardassia; Federation and Klingon casualties.

However; the unofficial count was quoted to be much, much higher.

While the Federation and the Klingons had not shied away from stating their collective losses, the Romulans had refused to quote any figures.

Till today; no one knew how many Romulans had lost their lives during the conflict. Analysts stated it was the probably in an attempt to appear strong and invincible.

As for the Federation; the death toll had been undeniably high and Starfleet had lost a lot of personnel and ships.

And it was still fighting to fill in those gaps.

The first thing that had been done was to drastically change Starfleet Training.

Before the war; personnel joining Starfleet spent 4 years as a cadet followed by 4 years touring between ships and bases before receiving permanent posts.

Now it was 18 months as a cadet followed by tough exams before receiving a posting on a ship or base for 18 months. At the end of the tour; the cadet had a series of on-site assessments.

Passing these 'tests' meant another 18 months back at the academy before receiving a permanent post. Candidates with the highest scores were more likely to get the postings of their choice.

There had been those who had been for and against this new mode of training but all agreed that Starfleet needed more personnel now more than ever. There were rumours that the Klingons were taking in much younger cadets in an attempt to fill their depleted ranks.

Of the Romulans...no one even bothered to guess what they were up to.

"Mum, dad...I'm okay. The ship is fine and my studies are going okay. How are things on your end?" asked Oma calmly.

Nadia looked at her daughter intently for a while then seemed to relax.

"Fine; your father has finally agreed to go on leave," she glared at him "which is a good thing because I was seriously thinking of kidnapping him so that he could take a break." Oma's dad had an innocent smile on his face and wisely said nothing.

"Glad to hear that," said Oma with a broad smile which hid the relief she felt when her mum changed the topic.

Thank God she didn't have mind reading skills.

"So what have you two got planned?"

For the next several minutes Oma chatted away happily with her parents as they discussed their holiday plans.

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Oma stepped out of her quarters; saying goodbye to her parents had been a bit harder than she realized. It was only when she stated she had to go for breakfast that her mother reluctantly terminated the communication.

The ensign had only taken a few steps forward when she heard her name being called behind her. She turned to look then heard a 'zap' sound before a young man wearing a yellow and black Starfleet uniform with an ensign rank materialized before her.

She looked up and smiled at him. "Good morning Flash."

"Top of the morning to you too," said Ensign Cassius O'Reilly.

The 6 foot lanky 20 year old redhead was her classmate and was in the top five in his specialty of engineering.

Another factor that was going to have ships clamouring for his services was his mutant ability.

Cassius could move faster than the human eye could follow; hence his nickname 'flash'. He was highly popular in engineering because of how quickly he got his jobs done as long as he remembered to use the fragile tools with care.

Oma had been so glad when she had seen a familiar face on the Dunkirk; it made the tour much more enjoyable.

"Shall we?" said Cassius in his faint irish brogue; he presented his right flexed arm.

"Of course," said Oma with a grin as she accepted the offered arm and the two began to walk down the corridor.

"You know people seeing us like this are going to talk and assume a lot."

"Oh, I so hope they do...now if only it was true," said Cassius with a mischievous grin on his face. Oma could not help but laugh at his hopeful expression.

They had been friends from the first week they met in the Academy; he had even asked her out once but she had declined because she saw him as the brother she never had.

Cassius had taken it well and they had remained very good friends.

Before too long they reached Ten Forward; already the mess hall was packed with crew who were due to start their morning shifts.

The two quickly ordered their meals and found two spare seats with Commander Shila Atavi and Lieutenant Commander Telev Shran.

"May we join you Shila?" asked Oma.

The orion nodded with a cheerful smile. "Definitely."

Anyone coming into the mess hall would notice; that personnel of different rank sat together. That was because rank was left at the door and everyone could address each other by their names.

Personnel from other militaries found it odd; but for Starfleet personnel it helped to maintain crew morale.

Telev looked at Oma and Cassius. "So, you're looking forward to meeting the Romulans ?"

Cassius grinned at the male andorian lieutenant. "Oh yes! This will be the first time I get to meet a real life romulan; I can hardly wait!"

Telev had a dry smile on his face. "I envy your enthusiasm; just don't let them know about your ability and the fact that you are a smart engineer. They might try to steal you away."

Oma could not help but look startled at the idea. Atavi noticed her expression.

"Don't mind Telev; he's just teasing."

Telev raised an eyebrow. "Not really; have any of you thought as to why the Romulans asked for Federation assistance?"

Oma looked at the tactical officer. "That is a good question; does anyone know why?"

Telev shook his head. "They didn't exactly specify...but I have a theory.

They may have discovered something so...frightening that they decided to get us involved. I just hope they have not declared war on someone powerful and now expect us to back them up."

Shila sighed. "Telev; I swear if I took your theories seriously I would have died of anxiety by now."

"But Telev has a point," said Oma.

The andorian raised his glass of fruit juice to her. "Thank the stars that someone here recognises my brilliance."

Oma continued. "The Romulan Empire is one of the most xenophobic and paranoid power in our sector of space. For them to ask for help is something that should not be taken lightly."

"Which is why we have one Intrepid class and one Nebula class accompanying us to the Romulan Neutral Zone," added Telev calmly.

"But will it be enough?" asked Oma.

Cassius looked at her; a puzzled light in his blue eyes. "Oma; we're not at war."

Oma realized everyone was looking at her with concern in her eyes.

"I...I'm sorry; I'm just a bit nervous about this trip."

Atavi placed her hand on Oma's forearm. "Fret not; we will be fine."

Telev said nothing but he narrowed his eyes as he looked at the young female Ensign.

"By the by; Chief McIntyre has installed a new klingon game into the holodeck. He promises it will be exciting," said Cassius; as he deftly changed the topic.

Oma gave him a smile of gratitude as she asked him more about the new game but she could still feel the tactical officer's thoughtful gaze on her.

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Romulan Warbird, Decius, Captain's ready room...

Major Nveid Solius sighed in frustration as he read the report in his data padd.

It meant nothing and everything.

"So major...what do you think?" asked a female voice in a careful calm tone.

Nveid turned to look at Captain T'Rehu Maelrok.

The female captain was very careful in hiding the annoyance she had at having two Tal Shiar watching her every move. She would have been surprised to know that Nveid sympathised with her but he had his orders and she had to follow them.

"Unfortunately...this data tells me very little," out of the corner of his eyes he saw the science officer Centurion Saren Rehu flinch " but it is still of use," added Nveid hurryingly. He did not want someone punished unnecessarily.

The second Tal Shiar, Colonel S'Tokkr Xereth frowned. "Useful? But you just said it does not make any sense," he turned to glare at the hapless science officer.

"You misunderstood me sir," continued Nveid as he smoothly planted himself between S'Tokkr and the scared Saren.

"This data shows that we are clearly dealing with the unknown here...so we must tread carefully."

"I still think that having the Federation assist us in the matter is...unnecessary," said S'Tokkr in a cold tone.

Nveid smiled wearily at his superior. "Perhaps; but it's been suggested by our superiors and we need to follow their orders, sir."

S'Tokkr compressed his lips in a straight line but nodded silently.

T'Rehu watched them with narrowed eyes.

Major Nveid clearly ranked below S'Tokkr but for some reason that she could not fathom, it appeared that the Colonel was apprehensive of the young major.

She needed to find out who Nveid was related to; she had received the orders barely 15 minutes before the Tal Shiar Warbird declocked and the two males boarded her ship.

T'Rehu had not had any time to do any research; for now she just had to grit her teeth and bear their presence.

"We must still approach the Federation with extreme caution," said S'Tokkr " we should not divulge all that has occurred here."

T'Rehu could not help but frown at his cryptic words.

"And to what would you be referring to Major ?" she asked.

Her tone was polite but in no way scared.

The Tal Shiar raised an eyebrow and smiled dryly. "Your obvious failure in learning more about this...anomaly ; not to mention the ships you almost lost in trying to assess the threat."

T'Rehu firmly quashed the urge she had in shooting the smug idiot.

Typical Tal Shiar attitude, succeed in a dangerous situation and they will find a way to take the credit for it, but fail and they would ensure all blame lay at someone else's feet.

"I'm certain the captain did all she could; there was no way she could have been aware of what the outcome would have been. At least we did not lose any crew," said Nveid absently as he continued to scroll through the data padd.

The captain stared at him in barely disguised shock. Was he actually taking her side or just setting her up for a mighty fall ?

Nveid eventually looked up at the three romulans watching him. "Besides the information may be useful to Starfleet..."

"I strongly disagree Major Nveid," said S'Tokkr in a harsh voice "if the Federation is so smart; then let them take the chances to figure this out. We don't have to help them."

The two Tal Shiar stared at each other for several moments; then the Major was the first to drop his eyes, finally acknowledging the other male's superiority.

"Very well; as you wish sir."

T'Rehu found herself suddenly remembering to breathe again; she looked around to see that the still silent Saren was as pale as death.

She knew what he was thinking. For one second she had been sure the two agents were about to go for each other's throats.

The senior Tal Shiar turned to her. " Now, captain what security preparations have you made for our Federation guests ?"

T'Rehu nodded slowly and began to tell him what had already been organized.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Nveid watching them closely.

The captain suddenly found herself wishing this whole operation was over so that she could get these two males off her ship.

In her opinion; the Jem'Hadar would have been much better company.

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Hi everyone; this chapter is just trying to explain a bit of the star trek side of things; sorry its not longer but i thought one chapter dedicated to the star trek section would be okay for now. Next is gonna be back with a certain battlestar...or basestar...or both!

Sorry about the delay! Will try and update soon; please read and enjoy!