Proud Legion
By: bsmart
Disclaimer: Rated R for the good stuff, you've been warned. I don't own Trek, but the people who do probably shouldn't either.
VOV
Chapter 7: Outpost
VOV
"Arriving at Jaisalmer two, dropping out of warp," Milana announced as Villec dailed the engines back, smoothly dropping them back into the realm of Newtonian physics. On the main viewscreen a gray and green world rapidly grew as they approached.
"Captain, we're being hailed," Yumiko reported from her station.
"On screen," Timothy said as he rose from his seat and straightened his jacket.
A well kempt romulan appeared on the screen. The room behind him was dark with a few other similarly dressed romulans behind him hunched over their consoles. "Federation starship, this is Jaisalmer space traffic control. Please identify yourself."
"This is the Federation starship Typhoon, Fleet Captain Hayes in command. We've come at the behest of governor Taliren."
"We've been expecting you captain, you are cleared for orbit, transmitting navigational charts now," and with that the screen winked out.
"Charts received," Villec confirmed.
"Park us over the capital if you please Mr. Bissan, but try not to ruffle too many feathers," Timothy said as he rose from his chair.
"Aye, aye," Villec said as he worked the controls, tweaking their trajectory to bring them in skimming the atmosphere before arcing back out away from the world towards a geosynchronous orbit over the capital on the other side of the planet.
"Local time in the capital is roughly twenty one hundred hours sir," Milana reported.
"Well, we missed the nightly news but we're just in time for tomorrow's papers," Johan offered. "Our guests are probably getting a bit anxious in the conference room."
Timothy said nothing, simply watching the new planet pass by in the viewer. He never tired of seeing a new world for the first time. Picking out features of the land, surmising how the planet had developed, where people might live, how they might live. He longed for the days when he could do this out beyond the frontier when he could spend a month just exploring and poking at a world before setting off for another one to see what secrets it might hold. He felt a melancholy descending on him but shook it off. They had a job to do and no amount of pining for the good old days would change anything. "Let'em stew for a bit," he said. "Status of the distortion?"
Seven looked up from her console, "It's currently behaving as expected, we'll enter the window for dissipation in six hours, expected dissipation will occur in fourteen. We're expecting the distortion to continue for some time sir and long range sensors and communications will be affected sir."
"Lovely," Timothy said under his breath. "Mrs. Boritsolav, prepare another round of message torpedoes for Starfleet and prep another trio for the nearest Romulan worlds with the message we constructed. Fire the ones to Starfleet off immediately but hold the others. Let's see how much the comms clear by tomorrow."
"Should we launch them now and try to limit the appearance of doing this in the dark?" Johan asked. "The romulans won't be happy with us just appearing in their space and declaring the neutral zone moved."
"The romulans are going to be unhappy for quite some time," Timothy said. "I'd rather make sure we're ready for them than to try and make them just slightly less enraged." Johan nodded as Timothy continued to watch Jaisalmer spin past under them. The terminator approached rapidly and sun drenched mountains gave way to pinpricks of light in rumpled velvet as the light of the system's sun stopped reaching them. "Alright, lets go talk to our guests."
VOV
Cossick stood at the window of the conference room watching Jaisalmer roll by beneath them. The full moon of his home planet reflected enough light to allow him to pick out major terrain features but the bright lights of the cities and towns made for a much more interesting sight.
"Time is off the essence, we can't be waiting around like this! I cannot believe he won't even let us contact the surface!"
Cossick turned and watched Taliren pace. It really did amaze him that a man like that could rise to become a planetary governor though he supposed that's exactly how he'd managed it. After the last secession attempt someone completely guileless would probably seem like the perfect candidate. "The events that matter are already in motion, calm down."
"How can you be sure of that?!" Taliren snapped.
"Because if they aren't everyone involved in our little rebellion will be lined up against the nearest wall and shot. We passed the point of no return some time ago."
It was that moment that the doors to the conference room opened and the Captain and his entourage entered. The ubiquitous security detail, his second in command, the vulcan senator, her aide, the captain's aide, and the reporter all spread out on the other side of the conference table across from them.
Cossick was impressed with how quickly Taliren composed himself, he might lack all guile but he was a rather accomplished politician.
The captain took a step towards them. "Governor, now that we've arrived we'll need to verify your claims so that we may confirm your world's protectorate status."
"Of course captain," Taliren said. "If you would permit me to contact the government we can make arrangements to begin immediately."
"Of course," Timothy said. "Lieutenant Boritsolav?"
"Yes sir," came the reply from the comm system.
"Clear the governor for local communications."
"Aye sir."
"Go ahead governor," Timothy said.
"Please open a channel with the office of the governor," Taliren said cautiously.
Seconds later the face of a young romulan appeared in the conference room view screen. "Governor!" the young man exclaimed.
"Hoseph," the governor replied, "Has the plan been followed?"
"Yes sir, too the letter. We weren't expecting you so soon though."
"We don't have time to dawdle. Assemble the cabinet and parliament and notify the media."
"Yes sir, right away sir," the young aide replied.
Taliren turned to Timothy, "Captain, if you would accompany me to the surface I believe we can provide you with whatever information you require. We will have my cabinet assembled within the hour and the planetary parliament assembled within an hour or two after that."
Timothy nodded. "We'll meet you in transporter room two in half an hour."
"Excellent," Taliren said.
Timothy and his entourage all turned and left the room, Cossick didn't need to check the doors to know they were locked.
"Half an hour?" Taliren groused. "What can take half an hour?"
"Then you shouldn't have told him it would take an hour to get your cabinet together should you?"
"Oh shut up."
VOV
Timothy led them back to the bridge and walked down to the command area before turning to Johan. "Get a security team together, nothing overt, personal weapons only, no heavy armor, tell Peili to be discrete about it."
"Aye sir."
"Cesina, you're going to be taking the ship while Commander Luhrner and I are on the surface."
"Aye sir."
"Ms. Boritsolav, you're on the away team to keep a record of everything. Requisition what you need and meet us in transporter room three in twenty minutes."
"Yes sir!"
"Mr. Kim, Ms. Seven, I want constant sensor scans of the surface and start monitoring all major broadcasts on the surface and whatever else you can.
"Aye sir."
"I don't know fully what to expect, I think that Taliren is on the level but you can never know so stay ready. The rest of the task force should start arriving within a few hours, until then we're on our own. Understood?"
A affirmative chorus returned to him and Timothy nodded.
"I would very much like to be on the away team captain," the senator said as the group around Timothy began to disperse.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Timothy replied.
"I want to be down there too," Bella interjected.
Timothy reigned in his impulse to deny her out of hand. "The romulans are not used to a free press Ms. Mavil so when I urge discretion I expect you to exercise some..."
"Of course captain."
"...because if you don't I'll have you beamed back up to the ship and confined to quarters.'
Bella fumed but turned and disappeared into the turbolift.
"She is simply doing her job captain," T'Prin said as the turbolift doors slid shut on Bella.
"And her job is to be an annoying, nosy, busybody," Timothy said spitefully.
T'Prin just raised a single eyebrow before asking, "Transporter room three was it?"
"Yes senator," Timothy confirmed and the senator left.
"You just can't help yourself can you? You see a reporter and you just have to poke it with a stick," Johan taunted.
"We're about to walk into what could be the most important diplomatic function since the Federation/Klingon treaty. She needs to understand that she can be a quiet observer or she can locked in her cabin up here."
"Ah diplomacy," Johan said as he and Timothy headed for the turbolift. "Too bad you scored a twenty on your diplomacy finals," he added as the doors began to close.
"Punching an asshole in the face is a perfectly valid response."
"Yeah, for a Klingon."
VOV
The courtyard was dimly lit. The momentary flare of light from the transporters had faded quickly leaving them with nothing but the flickering light from numerous elevated braziers and the fires they contained. The flower beds that filled in the spaces between the paths crisscrossing the courtyard appeared neat and tidy, exacting in how precisely they were lined up. Timothy could remember chatting with his father about how the parks near their home had been almost messy. The older Hayes had assured him that it was intentional, to let nature do what it wanted with minimal human intervention and it gave the park a more natural feel. He hadn't really appreciated what his father had said until seeing the laser like lines of these flower beds. There was nothing out of place, nothing amiss. It was perfectly groomed, perfectly arranged, and perfectly sterile.
"Welcome to Jaisalmer Captain," Taliren announced happily as he spread his arms. Several aides were already hustling up to them having been waiting clear of the receiving area until they finished materializing. To her and her men's credit neither Peili or the three marines she brought with her reacted overtly to them. Most of the party waited patiently while the governor conferred with who he needed to but Bella was already stepping off the pad and looking around. To her credit she had changed from her usual revealing and brightly colored clothes into a gray and black suit and pulled her hair back tightly on her head into a ponytail. No one would ever mistake the curly blonde human woman for a romulan but at least she was trying. It put Timothy a little more at ease but he'd already told Peili before leaving the ship that one of her marines was to personally keep an eye on her at all times.
A man had approached Cossick and they had both retreated well out of earshot, something that made Timothy nervous. Lieutenant Boritsolav's holocorder should be picking up on everything in the scene so he contented himself to wait, they should be able to read their lips to get the general gist of what they'd said later.
"Captain, if you'd please, my cabinet is more punctual than usual and most have already gathered." Taliren gestured down one of the paths and Timothy dutifully followed with the rest of the retinue falling in quickly. Peili and her marines took up position at the four corners of the group, watchful for anything around the courtyard that could pose a threat.
It was the best they could do without appearing overly suspicious. As much as Timothy felt that this could be genuine, as truthful as they appeared to be, he couldn't let down his guard completely. There was still a chance this was some kind of ruse. The transport disruptors that everyone in the party were wearing were one of the pieces of insurance they had.
Taliren and his aides led them towards the east wing of the building that surrounded the courtyard. From the orbital scans he knew that the main entrance and hall of the planetary government was in the south wing, who's very large and imposing entrance way they were now passing by. "Jaisalmer has been a settled planet for over two hundred and twenty years," the governor said proudly. "In that time we've attained a planetary population of over one billion and achieved independence from outside sources. We're totally self sustaining."
Timothy nodded politely, taking it in as they walked. Federation Intelligence had at least managed to accumulate that much information about the world and the information the governor had brought with him had it as well. Timothy supposed the governor simply couldn't stand to travel in silence, a foible not shared with his companion. The intelligence director walked with his aides in absolute silence, his face not even twitching. "I bet he plays a mean game of poker," Johan said conspiratorially. Timothy snorted and nodded his assent.
"Most of the population lives in this hemisphere. The western hemisphere doesn't have any land masses of comparable size but there are numerous fishing cities that supply the planet with a great deal of it's food. While you're here you must sample some of our seafood captain," Taliren replied happily as they began to climb the short steps up to the east wing's entrance. "The stone we're walking on is known as Jaisalmer granite. It's rather prized through the empire due to the green streaks that run through it," he said pointing at the finely polished slate gray and green stone the path was made of, as was most of the building they approached. "It's really our one main export, aside from our young men and women," he finished darkly.
The guards that flanked the doors ahead opened them smoothly as the group approached, giving the Federation contingent only the quickest glance before returning to looking straight ahead. The inside of the building was finished in more polished granite coming up a meter on the walls before giving way to blood red plaster. Granite columns lined the hall, half sunk into the walls serving to break up the dark red expanse. Various pieces of art filled the spaces between the columns and even for this late hour many romulans were buzzing back and forth between offices. Some stopping to gawk at the newcomers for a moment before going back about their business. Somewhere in the swirl of bodies Timothy noticed that Cossick had faded away leaving them with the governor and his aides.
"As you can imagine the last few days have had us rather busy," Taliren said as he began to lead them down the hallway to the north. "Thankfully as a self sustaining world we could withdraw without concerns about deprivation and withdrawing as a whole allows our planetary government to remain intact and functional."
"What about Sarab and Yecheng?" Timothy asked.
"Sarab is likewise self sustaining. The colonization wave that founded both our worlds were mostly interested in those worlds that would not need permanent assistance to survive. We have all the natural resources we need and our founders were insistent upon building local industry up to limit our reliance on the core worlds."
"But Yecheng," Johan prompted.
"Yecheng is not as well off as we are. While the planet is lush and fertile it is also lacking severely in heavy metals. They have a fantastics ceramics and plastics industry but are forced to import any and all metallic compounds. There are also concerns about Yecheng's ability to feed itself in the long term."
Timothy frowned. "How long can Yecheng survive without additional food supplies? How many people are there?"
"My advisors tell me that Yecheng has foodstuffs for three days for sure. Those stocks can be extended somewhat but Yecheng lacks animal life beyond insects and no efforts were made to transplant herding animals there. The crops that are grown there are primarily are almost three hundred million people on Yecheng."
"I don't suppose you've got replicators on Yecheng?" Johan asked.
"Only a very few. Given how power intensive replicators are the technology hasn't been widely adopted by civilians."
Timothy and Johan looked at each other out of the corners of their eyes, wordless confirming their concern over this development. "Understood," was all Timothy said.
Taliren led them down several more richly appointed halls until they were in the heart of the north wing where a grand staircase led them to the third floor. "Cabinet meetings take place here in the executive wing," Taliren explained. "It allows the administrators to come and go as they need to without having to engage the circus of the parliament."
VOV
Cossick reclined in his office chair and sighed at the view screen of his desk computer. The figure in the center of the screen was cloaked in black and very annoying. "V'sin, is the secrecy really necessary any more?"
"Don't use my name! I know you're recording this!" the woman snapped.
Cossick sighed. "If anyone were to be able to access my systems we would have far greater issues beyond me saying your name."
"I still don't need it confirmed that I am working with you!"
Cossick gave her a look of disdain. "Your news networks have been widely supporting the secession and you have made no effort to stop that. I don't believe your support for the rebellion is really that much of a secret anymore."
"Supporting it after the fact is far different from having instigated it!"
Cossick's face hardened, "You must have a low opinion of the Tal-Shiar if you think they won't be able to deduce your role in this. As a member of the Tal-Shiar I can assure you that you are most definitely wrong in that belief. Now turn the damn lights up in your office, this is embarrassing." He kept his small smile of triumph to himself as the light's above her desk brightened, bathing her in light and letting her be clearly seen. "Much better," he said more congenially than he had been speaking.
"You're too reckless Cossick," she snarled.
"No, I am quite cautious, but where there's no real danger why bother?" he replied with a small smile. Under most circumstances V'sin was quite the lovely woman, if you ignored her personality. As a newswoman she had learned how to affect a more personable demeanor but her days as an anchorwoman were long gone and so was any desire to be anything but the annoying shrew that she was.
"Why do you want me to hold off on the news of the Federation's arrival?" she snapped, bringing the conversation back to the point.
"Because rumors are useful. Let the people pass the information back and forth between themselves before we confirm anything."
"We need to craft public opinion about this now!" she replied emphatically.
"We don't need to do anything. The memory of the last rebellion is fresh in everyone's mind. They know how going it alone worked out. We got the general populace to take a step out on faith to initiate this rebellion but they're not stupid, they know we need help. So let the rumors circulate, people will hear about the aid that's arrived and that it's the Federation. Speculation and rumor will help keep the populace invigorated. Then we confirm it."
"You can't just let the citizenry think what they want!" she squealed, offended to the very core of her being.
"We're not, the speculation will be put to rest the moment you go on the air with the story. Giving the people time to rile themselves up will be beneficial but we will remain in control."
"This is reckless Cossick, the people already support this."
"They support it now, while it's easy. In a few days when warbirds start to arrive we will still need them to support it instead of abandoning the goal and falling all over each other to turn their neighbors in."
V'sin mulled that over where she sat at her desk. "Fine," she said after an interminable wait. "We'll do it your way."
Cossick choked down the things he wanted to say and just replied with a gracious nod. "Thank you. If I'm not mistaken you have a meeting to attend now?"
VOV
"Ah, and finally joining us is administrator V'sin, our minister of communications."
Timothy watched the romulan woman as she took her seat. She wore a suit not unlike the one that Bella was wearing, gray and black with a very business like cut but with a few splashes of emerald green on it to make it stand out. She took her seat and Taliren went back to his speech.
As far as Timothy was concerned it was all rather pointless. Necessary but pointless. He wasn't a diplomat and he didn't know how to administer the government of a planet, much less three. Almost everything they were talking to him about, their concerns about currency transitions, law enforcement, trade, cultural ties, all of it was totally irrelevant to him. He couldn't offer any advice or worthwhile opinions and it would have no impact on the military situation but he sat there and listened anyways because it wouldn't do for their first contact with the Federation to seem completely unconcerned with the fate of their worlds. The open comlink he had with the ship and lieutenant Boritsolav's holocorder would get all the details they needed. He was content to sit and nod until someone dropped a phrase that made him quite literally sit up and take notice.
"Which brings me to the issue of loyalists and how we will handle them," the minister of law, Trask, Taliren had named him, said plainly. "We're drafting some initial rules but all military personnel on planet still loyal to Romulus will be moved to work camps in the extreme north. We have some that are isolated enough that they won't be a concern and won't be able to escape. As for disloyal private citizens we've already started an intensive hunt for them and as we discover them they can be sent to the camps in the north as well."
"Absolutely not," Timothy said as he tossed his PADD on the table.
"Excuse me?" the minister of law said. An older but distinguished man, he was probably very physically intimidating in his younger years and had maintained some of that right into the present day. Given how strong vulcans were Timothy was quite happy having an entire conference table between him and the romulan giving him a sharp look.
"You cannot round up people from their homes and send them to a gulag in the arctic because they don't agree with this," Timothy said coldly.
Trask gave him a hard look and spoke with the tone of someone explaining something to a dullard, "We can't have people who are disloyal free to roam about. The trouble they could cause, just the intelligence they could provide from looking out their windows and alerting the right people..."
"Is minimal. You have control over all long range communication devices correct? How much trouble do you really think a bartender or a tailor could cause? Do you think they're going to lead a counter rebellion? Given what you've shown me the number of loyalists on planet would be less than five percent so even if they decided to stage a counter rebellion I don't think it's something we're going to have to worry about. And do you think they can provide any intelligence to Romulus that their professional agents with training and equipment couldn't secure much easier?"
"We've rounded up every agent we could find," Trask said. "Random citizens are all they'll have left."
"No, you've rounded up every agent who's bad at their jobs and the decoys."
Trask bristled but Taliren cut in. "Captain, we're doing all we can but you surely cannot be suggesting that we let dissenters remain where they could cause trouble, minimal as it may be in your opinion."
Timothy nodded, "No, I'm not..."
"Then I don't understand what your issue...," Trask began.
"I'm telling you that you can't do it to anyone, civilian or military."
"Captain!" Taliren snapped.
"Have you lost your mind?" Trask asked as he rose to his feet.
Timothy didn't flinch, just cooly stating, "As the Federation representative on site I am going to tell you now that there will be issues with integration into the Federation. There will be cultural and societal issues to be ironed out. However I can assure you that under no circumstances will the Federation ever tolerate dragging citizens from their homes because they disagree with you politically."
"Captain, these are not people who disagree politically with us, they're traitors, potential saboteurs," Trask said.
"By most points of view in the empire they're the loyalists and you're the traitors," Timothy said flatly. The uncomfortable and angry murmurs he heard around the room let him know the barb had hit home.
"If we fail Romulus will have far worse fates for us than what we're suggesting for them," Taliren explained, trying to calm everyone down.
"The Federation strives to hold ourselves to a higher standard, not just being slightly less awful than the other guys. The loyalists stay and will be treated no differently than any other citizen. Once the situation has cooled they will be given the option to repatriate to the Romulan Empire. As for the loyalist troops they may be disarmed and moved to suitable camps within this climate but on an isolated bit of land if you've got it. They will not be sent to the arctic for refusing to rebel against their lawful chain of command."
"Perhaps we can table this for another time," Taliren offered.
"No need," Timothy assured him. "The matter is settled or we can simply revoke your probationary status right now and withdraw."
It was Taliren's turn to bristle up but the consummate politician kept it under control. "If that is what is required then that is what we will do. However captain we will point out that any acts of sabotage or espionage will be your responsibility."
"Governor, if the worst we have to endure before this is someone sabotaging a shoe factory then I'll call it a victory and gladly help you rebuild it."
VOV
"You know I brought the face punching thing up as a joke right?" Johan said as he sat across from his captain in the Parliament's waiting area.
"They can't round up people and send them to gulags for not going along with this."
"Yeah but they're not your crew. That was a planetary government you just decided to compare dick lengths with."
"Yeah well now they know mine's bigger."
"There's easier way to do it than a verbal slap down and threatening to let the romulans have them."
Timothy fixed his first officer with a stare. "They're all romulans."
"You know what I mean, the other ones."
"Jo, I am not going to stand before the Federation Council and try to explain how I knew they were rounding up people to shove in a gulag and did nothing to stop it, or why these are the kind of people we should associate with."
"And part of those diplomacy courses you just barely scraped through were on cultural differences and how to work with them so everyone is satisfied," Johan reminded him.
"There are limits Jo. There are certain things we tolerate because they're cultural differences and we have to in order to all get along. That's not a cultural difference, that's political expediency."
"It's been done before, on Federation worlds," Johan pointed out. "Temporary camps to deal with an immediate issue like this. No one got tossed out of the Federation."
Timothy shook his head. "And in every case they've been decried and most of those members got censured for doing it. This needs to be done clean."
Johan snorted. "One day that Federation blue blood of yours is going to get us all in a lot of trouble."
"There's no point in doing it if we don't do it right. For the sake of these worlds and for the sake of the FDF this needs to be one hundred percent above board."
"I know boss, I don't disagree but I've gotta give you the other side."
Timothy nodded as the Parliament's page entered. Beyond the doors of the nicely appointed room he could see the large auditorium like main chamber where the planetary representatives had gathered. They both rose as the page waved them forward to be announced and led it."
"And it'll help at our court martial."
"Damn it Jo."
VOV
Cossick shook his head as the humans got up to go speak to the Parliament. He shut down the holofeed from the waiting room and the main operations area of Jaisalmer's branch of the Tal'Shiar came back into focus. "I told Trask they'd never go for it. He should have arranged for a training accident to occur with the loyalist units before we brought the federations here."
Cossick's aide, a lovely and ambitious young woman handed him a datapad. "The minister said he felt this would be a more acceptable alternative for the humans."
"Yes, because a former policeman has more insight into the Federation than the Tal'Shiar," Cossick grumbled.
"He seemed fairly sure that there were more agents still loyal to Romulus on planet though," she observed.
"That's because he's not an idiot. We were lucky to get a veteran of the Dominion War, he'll be far more able to cope with the chaos."
"The biography you asked for is on the PADD, everything we have on the ship and its' command crew."
"Good," Cossick said as he took his seat overlooking the situation monitors.
"Did you want to watch the address to Parliament sir?" she asked.
"No point, nothing truly interesting ever happens there."
"Umm, of course sir," his aide replied before disappearing from his side.
He started to thumb through the dossiers he'd been given while pondering the time table. For now things were quiet. Things wouldn't start to get lively until the morning, and from there they'd only get more interesting. What was the human phrase, 'Calm before the storm?' it seemed appropriate. He kept the pad with him and headed for his office. He had a small room there with a bed and a few amenities. He decided he needed to keep up with his sleep for now, he'd be missing quite a bit all too soon. He could feel the presence of his aide as she habitually fell in behind him. Well, maybe not as much sleep as he'd been planning.
VOV
Dramatis Personae
Crew, U.S.S. Typhoon NCC-79853
Timothy Hayes, Fleet Captain, Commander 1st Task Force of the 17th Fleet, Male Human
Commanded the U.S.S. Atlas during the Dominion War, transferred into the Federation Defense Force immediately after its establishment, given command of the Typhoon and the 1st TF soon after.
Johan Luhrner, Commander, Male Human
1st Officer of the Atlas during the Dominion War, 1st officer of the Typhoon
Cesina Bul'ra, Lt. Commander, Female Andorian
Lieutenant aboard the U.S.S Galaxy, 2nd Officer of the Typhoon
Terzi Del, Commander, Female Elaysian
Chief Engineer of the Atlas during the Dominion War, Chief Engineer of the Typhoon
Deekan Braal, Commander, Male Capellan
Security Officer then Tactical Officer of the Atlas during the Dominion War, Chief Tactical Officer of the Typhoon
Peili, Lt. Commander, Female Orion
Lieutenant in charge of the defense of a border station during the Dominion War, Chief Security Officer of the Typhoon
Harry Kim, Commander, Male Human
Operations Officer of the U.S.S. Voyager, Operations Officer of the Typhoon
EMH, Commander, Hologram
Chief Medical Officer of the Voyager, Chief Medical Officer of the Typhoon
7 of 9, Lt. Commander, Human/Borg Female
Served on U.S.S. Voyager, Chief Sensors Officer of the Typhoon
Riway daughter of Jaheel, Lt. Commander, Female Si'rak
Ensign on the Atlas, 1st Operations Officer of the Typhoon
Binni Ulin, Lt. Commander, Female Human
Lieutenant on the U.S.S. Lelander, Defense Officer of the Typhoon
Villec Bisaan, Lieutenant, Male Nileen
Starfleet Academy Cadet, Helmsman of the Typhoon
Milana Tuul, Lieutenant, Cardassian Female
Starfleet Academy Cadet, Navigator of the Typhoon
Saral, Lt. Commander, Female Vulcan
Asst. Chief Engineer of the Typhoon
Fealst'rak, Lieutenant, Rurutic Male
Headed a research project using a space telescope to study the galactic core, Chief Science Officer of the Typhoon
Marcos Hernandez, Lieutenant, Male Human
Combat shuttle pilot during the Dominion war, Alpha Squadron leader of the Typhoon
Rilo Gulia, Lieutenant, Male un-Joined Trill
Combat shuttle pilot during the Dominion war, Beta Squadron leader of the Typhoon
Tycho Danor, Lt. Commander, Yvethan Male
Airgroup leader of Akira class U.S.S. Jonestown during the Dominion War, Airgroup commander of the Typhoon
Yumiko Boritsolav, Lieutenant, Female Human/Gor'sic
Graduated from Starfleet academy, familiarization deployment on the U.S.S. Carthage, communications officer of the Typhoon
Others
T'prin, Senator, Vulcan Female
Federation senator and chief opponent of the FDF
Solin, Aide, Vulcan Male
Senator T'prin's personal assistant
Bella Mavil, Reporter, Human Female
United News reporter on assignment aboard the Typhoon
Romulans
Taliren, Governor, Romulan Male
Governor of the Triumvirate of Jaisalmer, Sarab, and Yecheng
Cossick, Romulan Male
Chief of Intelligence for the Triumvirate
Sesk, Romulan Male
Head scientist researching the anomaly for the Triumvirate
V'sin, Romulan Female
Minister of Communications
Trask, Romulan Male
Minister of Law
Author's Notes
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