Deiran was asking every technical question he could think of, Wilcox had the answer for every one of the them. Troy did his best to drill Wilcox, he volleyed every question like he was in a tennis match. Deiran expected this.

The more questions he asked the more time he gave to Mohler. But that time seemed to be getting short. Wilcox had finished the tour of the Processing facility and they were ready to leave. Where was Ensign Mohler?

As they headed for the exit, Deiran turned around to see the Ensign trailing along behind him. No one seemed to notice that he’d been missing. Sterner and security did an excellent job juggling their positions in the line to cover up Mohler’s absence.

The entourage was now outside. It was still hot. They had almost accomplished the mission.

"Mr. Wilcox several of my team will be heading back to the runabout. Admiral Blair and I would like to check your files." Deiran, speaking like his father, emphasized with his voice that it was not a request but a command. Wilcox led the admirals to his office. While he did this, Mohler, Sterner and Enquist returned to the Yosemite.

So far so good.

When Casey and Blair entered Wilcox’s office they immediately had Wilcox access the LCARS and display all of his pertinent files. As Casey read over the files, Blair distracted Wilcox. Casey proceeded to access Tyrell’s security files using Wilcox’s access code. He then downloaded a program he wrote that would erase any trace of their visit to the complex. It would look like an ordinary computer malfunction.

Just to keep Wilcox on his toes, Deiran looked for any discrepancies or sloppiness in the files. Casey found something that he could use.

"Mr. Wilcox, are you aware that your records of delivery are not consistent with the amount of refined Trilithium?"

Wilcox’s face turned a dark maroon. Fear took hold of his body and his eyes had a look of horrification.

"This, is an egregious error! I will have to report this to Starfleet Command. If it wasn’t for this one little mistake, you would have had a perfect inspection."

Wilcox looked like he’d just been punched in the face. He was thinking that he would get demoted or sent to guard prisoners at Halta 109.

"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they go easy on you." Casey smiled. Wilcox looked like a lighthouse that went from pure darkness to a bright beam of light. His entire demeanor changed.

"Thank you sir, anything you could do on my behalf would be greatly appreciated. I’m not even sure how the error occurred sir. But, I assure you it will be rectified!"

"It better be!" Blair blurted out.

"Fix the error now, while I watch and I’ll forget it happened," Deiran commanded in a lighter tone than before.

"Yes sir," Wilcox waited as Casey stood up and stepped aside. Then Wilcox sat down and changed the numbers so they matched what was in his inventory and what was produced in the refinery. "That should do it Admiral."

Casey leaned over, looked over Wilcox’s shoulder at what Wilcox had just typed in. He liked what he saw.

"That should save your rear, Mr. Wilcox. We will leave now. Captain O’Reilly is taking us to Outpost 151, we mustn’t keep Commander Trailor waiting."

"I understand sir. It has been a pleasure escorting you through the complex sirs, and thank you for overlooking that computer error, it saved my career." Wilcox was breathing easier now.

"It never happened. Don’t tell anyone about it, and Admiral Blair and I will give you a high grade on the inspection. Good day, Mr. Wilcox," Deiran held out his hand to shake the hand of Wilcox. Blair did the same.

Casey and Blair then left the office. They walked to the main gate, waited for the security guard to lower the shield, and they left the complex.

Once outside the gate and halfway to the Yosemite, Blair had to ask, "Deiran, was there really something wrong with those files?"

"Yeah, he just covered up the fact that 2 kilo’s of T-resin was missing from the refinery. I changed it using his access code, and he changed it back using his access code. If we’re caught on the way back to Moudini, it’ll look like Wilcox was behind the entire operation. The great thing about it is, he doesn’t even know what he just did. He just became one of us. Starfleet can’t prove we were here and therefore we’re off the hook, no matter what." "I have to admit that was brilliant. You never mentioned it in the briefing?" Blair asked, as they both waited for the shuttle ramp to descend.

"I thought of it on the way to his office, it just came to me," Casey smiled mischievously.

Casey took his seat beside Miran. He listened to her as she requested clearance to take off from LB 3. When she received clearance, she took the Yosemite up and then entered the upper atmosphere. The mission was successful. When the Yosemite cleared the atmosphere, Miran took the runabout to Warp 6. They’d be back on Moudini in 4 hours. With 3 hours to spare to deliver the T-resin to Lord Mudd.

This was a mission Casey would never forget.

The false Admirals and their security guards were still in their shuttle, when Joerg came up with the idea of using some signs to indicate the progress of their mission, once they were inside the facility. It was vital to know when to start the retrieval and when it has been completed.

Joerg and the rest of the team finally agreed on this signs:

1) Once the team is in position and Ensign Mohler is ready start his part of the mission, he will cough a little. This is the sign for the others to distract the people at the facility.

2) Should Ensign Mohler succeed in his mission and return to the group, he will sneeze. This will tell everyone in the team to complete the inspection and return to the shuttles as soon as the schedule allows.

A while later they arrived at their destination, Draxor III. The first part of the plan was going well, as their were allowed to land near the Tyrell Complex. After that the two Admirals and their security guards left the shuttle, only to be inspected at the main gate, by the Chief himself, Charles Wilcox.

After the Admirals turned out who they claimed to be, Wilcox also wanted clearance for the security guards. Therefore he contacted Starfleet, but was told he had to wait some time before his request could be answered. Therefore he accepted the words from the Admirals and all of them were let inside the facility.

After they passed the main gate, a transport was waiting for them. They all entered it and the "inspection" was about to start.

"Which of our complexes do you want to see first Admiral?" Wilcox asked to both of the Admirals at once.

"Let's show us the Raw Trilithium Resign Facility first." Admiral Blair answered, with the thought of getting to know the habits of their accompanying guards a little better.

After he said that the transport was on its way to the first building.

***************** Two hours later *****************

While spending the last two hours with the guard from the complex, Joerg thought of a plan. One of the complex's guards, a Lieutenant Paulsen, was not very tall. Joerg thought it might be possible for himself to shield off the area behind that Lieutenant while he is beíng distracted by someone else. This would give Ensign Mohler the possibility to leave unseen and get the stuff they were looking for.

However the idea was not bad, but how could he inform the others of it? Joerg thought perhaps once the time was right, Ensign Mohler will see the opportunity and act himself.

After the passed the last of the four checkpoints, they finally reached the last of the buildings they were there to inspect, the Final Processing Facility.

The Admirals were inspecting some of the machineries, when Admiral Blair wanted to see something different than his colleague, a strategy they had already planned on the shuttle. This split up the group in two parts and there were lesser guards in each of them. Joerg waited to see which group Lieutenant Paulsen was joining. He chose Admiral Blair's and so Joerg and Andreas also joined that group.

They were standing behind one of the huge machines when Ensign Mohler suddenly started to cough. This was the signal for the Admiral to act. He asked the poor security guard some intriguing questions, while Joerg positioned himself between the guards and Mohler, who quickly knew it was his turn to act and disappeared quietly.

Some minutes passed and Joerg was already thinking his security officer was caught while stealing the trilithium. Troy also was starting to get nervous, but did his best to not show it to the guard. He kept asking Paulsen, and the poor guard himself already started to sweat. He knew that not answering an Admiral would ruin his career, but this one was very annoying.

Suddenly Joerg felt that someone was approaching to him from behind, but he had not the courage to turn around. Then he heard someone squeezing and he finally turned. It was Ensign Mohler and he looked happy and relieved.

Although they were forbidden to be sociable, Joerg had to say something right now.

"Gesundheit!" he just said while smiling at Andreas.

Lieutenant Joerg Sterner Chief of Security - USS Galaxy NCC-70637

"First Officer's log, supplemental :

I am now aboard the Cydonia, orbiting Draxor III with Lt.T'Lein and Ensign Shanika. The Cydonia's ID beacon was replaced with the one of the USS Pegasus-D and we are for the Yosemite to return. If all would go well...Ronni's life maybe saved and we will forget this...Mudd man.

Casey's plan is very good, I just hope he can pull it off along with Blair. The Tyrell complex is a hard place to break into but, I have full confidence in the crew.

Recently I've been thinking about our careeers in Starfleet. They are over...we have crossed the line...we have violated Federation laws and all the hard work all those years meant nothing. This our destiny, fugitives with no Honor...could it really be? I never imagined myself as a fugitive, but I also never imagined myself as a Starfleet Officer. I just hope that we are doing the right thing."

Jamson stared at the wall for a minute before addressing the computer "Computer, end recording"

A small beep verefied Jamson's command while he got up and headed toward the small storage room doors aboard the shuttle.

Shanika and T'Lein just sat their examining the consoles. Was the action on?

"Did I miss anything?" Jamson approached them.

"Not much" T'Lein said looking at the consoles.

Shanika however, smiled. But when T'Lein said 'not much' she became a little calmer. "We intercepted the transmission from Wilcox Starfleet Command. Everything was going according to the plans." And she gave Jamson a look of 'until you came'.

Jamson smiled "Very good. Do we have a contact with the Yosemite?"

"Not yet" T'Lein answered.

"I'll be in the back if you'll......"

T'Lein hands were running on the consoles as he spoke "Sir...I am detecting a ship entering the sector."

"I need The name Lieutenant" Jamson began to get nervous.

"USS Intrepid Sir" Shanika quickly replied.

"Isn't the Intrepid a Freighter Class?" Jamson asked T'Lein.

T'Lein tapped a few more buttons "Yes Sir, and the Intrepid is coming this way."

"Damn!" Jamson hit a panel.

"Sir? what is the problem?" Shanika was a little suprised by the Commander's act.

"Docking procedures Ensign...." Jamson turned to T'Lein "Is there anywhere we can hide?"

T'Lein looked at the view screen and thought for a moment before answering "I believe so. We can use Draxor's radiation to hide ourselves from the sensors of the Intrepid. We'll have to keep the planet between us and the starship."

"But we will be cut off from the Yosemite! we won't be able to communicate!" Shanika glanced from T'Lein to Jamson.

"Also, the Complex won't detect us." T'Lein tried to agree with Shanika.

"We'll have to take that risk. If the Intrepid gets a visual on us, it's over. Make it so" Jamson couldn't let the Intrepid destroy everything.

"We must find a way to distract the Intrepid. T'Lein? Shanika? Any suggestions?"

Noam Brosh aka
Commander Michael Jamson, Executive Officer - USS Galaxy.

Hutchcraft's coffees had been quickly replaced with whiskey shots... He now sat in Ten Forward, half drunk, talking to the bartender in front of him.

Hutchcraft was further annoyed by this. It wasn't his usual bartender. The customer and his usual bartender usually had a good understanding. Hutchcraft usually would have a lot of fun with sketcher, with the various chaotic games Hutchcraft insisted on playing.

This, however, was not Sketcher. Sketcher was off on a ski-trip, obviously having the time of his life. And Hutchcraft was meant to be at that ski-trip, before he was assigned by Lt.Sterner to 'take care of the crisis'

Hutchcraft consumed another shot. "MORE!" he shouted at the bartender loudly, barely able to stay in his chair without falling.

The bartender was obviously scared. This was the first time he was in charge of the bar, and already he had run into a staggering drunk. "I think you've had too much to drink, sir" he nervously replied.

"I'LL TELL YOU WHEN I'VE HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK" Hutchcraft had a surprising amount of control over his words.

"Listen, either calm down, and go to your quarters, or I'm calling Security" the Bartender was quite scared. People always spoke of the problems related to starships .... Klingons, Romulans, Mysterious Entities, Engine Malfunctions, Dominion, Borg .... but this was obviously one of the 'secret' problems.

"I AM SECURITY... and ya know what? I could of been seeeeeeeenior lee... leetenunt if I had juuuuuust solved one case ...." Hutchcraft began repeating the story that the bartender had already heard about five times that evening. He nodded towards a strong looking Klingon sitting by a table.

The Klingon got up, and quickly banged the Lieutenant swiftly on the head. The drunken Lieutenant was easily knocked unconscious.

The Klingon Security officer picked up Hutchcraft, and carried him off to the Brig on his shoulders. This was normally Hutchcraft's job.

------------------

Hutchcraft awoke to see Ensign Paran's face, and the Brig walls. Ensign Paran could see that Hutchcraft had recovered from his drunken mess.

"Lieutenant, please, never do that again .... are you fit for duty?" he spoke with a calm, and almost authoritive voice. Paran had most likely been in charge of the place in Hutchcraft's absence.

"I should be fine, Ensign .... just a hangover" the Lieutenant immediately walked towards the replicator, and ordered yet another cup of coffee. He needed to tidy up Sterner's Office quite soon.

"Great, Lieutenant. Chiron's been examined in the Science lab..." Paran was getting the hang of the job. He felt a little nervous telling his superior what was going on. Then again, his superior had spent all nite in the brig.

"I suppose we've gotta make sure everything goes okay .... alright, I'm on my way ..." Hutchcraft hadn't even waited for Paran's response. He didn't even know if Science needed his help. But the hung-over office made his way....

The moment had arrived. Troy walked up to the gate with the entourage, after their ID's were checked Troy relaxed a little. Being nervous was something that was not normal to Troy. He always remained cool under fire, but perhaps since this was a different situation, it called for different feelings. Not knowing if you were going to be caught, or get away, was enough to make a weak officer spend hours in the bathroom reliving his lunch. Troy wasn't at that point, but he couldn't help but feel his heart jump everytime someone stared at him closely.

Once they were let into the complex, Troy could feel his heart slow down. He was convincing the complex's staff that he was Admiral William Blair, and not Lieutenant JG Troy Blair. Everything was going smoothly, every question he threw at Wilcox was answered promptly, and every question that was thrown his way was also answered promptly. None of the staff had the slightest clue that they were being robbed.

Soon the group split into two. Troy went to a section that would make it easy for Ensign Mohler to slip away without being detected. He waited for Mohler's signal before he distracted their guide with a series of questions.

"How long have you been in Starfleet son?" Troy said in his grandfathers voice.

"About 3 years sir" the Ensign responded.

"Three years huh? Have you always been here at Tyrell?"

"Yes sir."

"You have any family in Starfleet?"

The Ensign started to look confused, he couldn't figure out why an Admiral was asking about his family during an inspection. But he had to answer, afterall he was talking to an Admiral. "No sir."

"Well, you must make your family proud then"

"Uh..yes sir, I do sir.:"

Troy shook his head. He turned to a computer console and began to tap a few buttons.

"Sir? May I ask what you are doing?"

"Questioning an Admiral, Ensign?"

"No sir. I was wondering why you are looking through the communication logs. I was not questioning the Admirals intentions. Sir!"

"Well Ensign, as you may know I'm director of Starfleet Intelligence. Therefore I'm looking for something that is beyond your security clearance. Now, if you wish to continue to question me, I'll gladly continue this interrogation on the way to your court marshall!" Troy retorted. He was getting the hang of being his grandfather.

"Sir No Sir! I will cease to question the Admiral, sir!" The Ensign shouted while snapping to attention.

"Thank you, Ensign." Troy continued to mess around on the computer, until he heard the signal that Mohler had returned. Once the signal was given, Troy closed the program he was in and rejoined Deiran's half of the group. A few moments later, Troy and Deiran were in Wilcox's office. The mission was almost complete, but Deiran had a few last things to take care of. On their way back to the Yosemite, Troy listened to Deiran's brilliant cover up idea. Now if they were detected, it would be very difficult to gather evidence to convict. Troy and Deiran entered the Yosemite and took their seats. Before take off, Troy tried to hail the "Pegasus-D" to state that the "inspection" was completed. But there was no response.

"Hey guys, it may not be anything, but the Cydonia is not responding to my hails." Troy stated as the shuttle's engines began to come to life.

Lieutenant JG Troy Blair Tactical Officer, USS Galaxy

"Inform Lt. Bellen that this in not a good time..." Shtik began.

"It's not from Lt. Bellen, sir." Lt. Shtik and Capt. Price exchanged a surprised look.

"Sir?" Shtik raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Go ahead, mate. You can use my ready room." the Captain stated, "But make it snappy, we can't hold this thing at bay forever."

Settling into the captains desk, Shtik switched on the transmission. A craggy faced admiral peered back at him.

"This is Lt. Shtik." he stated. The aged human on the other side regarded him for a long uncomfortable moment.

"'Shtik'? You ever get teased about that?" the admiral snapped.

"I have tried to take it as a learning experience." Shtik replied smoothly.

The admiral snorted and again scrutenized the lieutenant over the viewscreen. "So you're Saavik's grandbaby."

"That would be an accurate, although missleading discription." Shtik replied. The admiral gazed at Shtik for a long moment.

"Good lord, a vulcan with a sense of humor. I can die now. I've seen everything."

"Forgive me if I seem abrupt, Admiral. But we are in the middle of a rather urgent situation. Might I ask the nature of this communication?"

"Yes, yes, god forbid I try to be sociable with a vulcan. I happened to be in a meeting in Admiral Rowell's office when your Captain contacted him asking for information on Genesis. But there where some things he didn't tell you that I think you should know."

"I see, and are you authorized to devulge this information?" Shtik asked.

"Authorization be damned, I know I'm jumping over peoples heads on this one, but this is important. I understand your Dad had this Genesis fragment on him when he died."

"Yes, he did have it."

"Do you know if he had a chance to transfer his katra before he went?" Shtik was visible stunned and took a moment to reply.

"It is rare for a non vulcan to be familiar with the prosses of katra transfer."

"Oh trust me, I know about it." The Admiral rolled his eyes.

"Might I ask how?"

"Shtik, have you ever heard your Grandma say, 'There are always possibilitys?'"

"Yes."

"Son, let me tell you a story..."

Perhaps a false distress signal, attached to a sensor probe would suffice? No, too easily detectable. The Intrepid could surely find the probe and be back before the Cydonia could safely get away....

Maybe a falsified "Official Starfleet Communication"? Surely they're already on to that trick by now, and besides, the Cydonia would not be able to change orbits fast enough to make the communication and hide again before being detected....

Suddenly another thought occurred to her. "Lt. T'Lein, are you able to access the Intrepid's crew roster? Who is its captain? If the conditions are right, I might be able to affect a telepathic influence and convince them to leave the sector."

"Then again, you might not." said Commander Jamson skeptically.

"It is always wise to keep options open. We could at least use it as a last resort in case nothing else worked. If the Intrepid's commanding officer is Betazoid, Vulcan or another telepathic race, they could detect my tampering and we would be lost. At best, I could send an impression that something was going wrong in another sector, and they would leave. Especially if their captain is one of those go-with-your-gut-feeling kind of people." she shrugged. "Ideally, that is."

While preparing to fire photon torpedoes at the expanding Moudini nebula, a mysterious hail is received from Starfleet Medical on Earth. It is learned that it is a message for Lieutenant Shtik, who asks the Captain's permission to take the message.

"Go ahead, mate. You can use my ready room." the Captain stated, "But make it snappy, we can't hold this thing at bay forever."

Mr. Shtik nodded as he exited the bridge. The Captain watched as the doors to his ready room slid shut behind his Chief Science officer.

"Ensign Harris, are the photons loaded?" Lee asked.

"Aye sir. Loaded and armed. Awaiting your command Captain."

Captain Price sat back into his command chair as he glanced over at Lieutenant Mitchell at Science Station One. The Bajoran gave the Captain a nod, indicating he was monitoring the Nebula's progress.

The Captain's gaze returned forward.

"Do it 'mate. Fire forward photon torpedoes. Wide spread."

Ensign Harris tapped the controls on his tactical station. "Torpedoes away Captain!"

A spread of photons streak out from the Galaxy class Starship, whizzing through space until they detonate directly in front of the Moudini Nebula's path. The Captain watches as the explosion fades before turning to Lieutenant Mitchell.

"Well Lieutenant? Has the nebula changed it's course?"

Mitchell adjusts his sensors. "The photons have definitely had an effect Captain. Advancement towards the planet and it's orbiting moon has halted, however the nebula is still not retreating."

"Ensign Harris, prepare another volley of torpedoes. Ensign Helms, bring us to heading 285 mark 4."

Both Ensigns responded to the Captain's orders, making the necessary adjustments.

"We are in position Captain." Sherman said from the Helm.

"Ensign Harris, fire photon torpedoes 'mate."

Again a series of torpedoes shoot out from the ship, detonating very near to the Nebula.

"It's working Captain... the nebula is beginning to move away from the planet." A slight smile could be heard in Lieutenant Mitchell's voice as he said it. The Captain glanced around at the bridge crew, smiles were on their faces as well.

Mitchell's expression then dropped slightly. "Captain, the nebula is now heading for the Galaxy." The Lieutenant looks up from his duty station with a pause. "It's on an intercept course Captain..."

Price looks at the screen, then at Ensign Helms sitting at the Conn. "Ensign, reverse our course, full impulse."

"Reversing course Captain." Helms says as he taps the control buttons. "The nebula is following us Sir."

"Well 'mate, let's see if we can use that to our advantage. Steer us away from the planet. Hopefully, the nebula will continue to follow."

"Aye Sir."

While the Galaxy begins heading away from the planet, leading the pursuing gaseous nebula away from the Federation colony there, Lieutenant Mitchell notices increased Alpha wave activity coming from the phenomenon.

"Sir, I am reading increased Alpha wave emissions from the nebula. These are almost of a cognitive nature sir."

The Captain looks at Mitchell. "You mean it's thinking Lieutenant?"

"Apparently so Captain." was Mitchell's curt response.

"Ensign Helms, is the nebula gaining on us 'mate?"

Sherman checks his controls. "No Captain. The Nebula is pursuing, but it is unable to catch us at our present speed."

Lee nodded. "Good. Maintain course and speed."

With the ship safe, and the Federation colony out of danger, the Captain's thoughts returned to his murderous Engineer who was still being held in suspended animation in the transporter buffer.

"Lieutenant Mitchell, you are with me. Ensign Helms, you have the Conn until Lieutenant Shtik finishes his communications with Starfleet Medical. Let's stay in front of the nebula and continue to lead it away from the planet, and this system."

"Aye Sir!" Ensign Helms said excitedly.

"Captain, These Alpha waves are very interesting, someone should continue to monitor them..." Mitchell explained. His tone making it obvious that he wanted to remain on the bridge.

"No 'mate. I need you with me. Chief Jensen said that Chiron's pattern was not alone in the transporter buffer. I need you to help figure out how we can separate the patterns and rematerialize Chiron intact."

A half grin formed on the Lieutenant's lips as he pressed them together, nearly biting his cheek as he twisted his expression. "I understand sir." Tapping a couple of controls, he began recording the patterns from the nebula before rising to join the Captain in the turbolift.

"Transporter room two." The Captain ordered. The turbolift doors swooshed shut as the Captain and Lieutenant Mitchell prepared to recover Chiron from the transporter buffer.

T'Lein found Shanika thought processes to be logical when she informed him of her fist two ideas; the probe and the falsified Starfleet communique. But, the false telepathic call...T'Lein wasn't sure it would work, but as the ensign said, they could yse it as a last resort. T'Lein turned to Shanika and began, "I will pull up the Intrepid's crew roster as you. Let us just hope we don't have to resort to this idea."

Shanika began, "What's wrong with my idea T'Lein? Like I said, we'll use it as a last resort if we have no other alternatives."

T'Lein replied, "Let us take a moment and search for a few, more logical ideas."

Shanika turned back toward the shuttle controls and engaged in thought as T'Lein sat with a discouraged brow.

Lt. Stovok T'Lein Chief Operations Officer USS Galaxy NCC-70637

"The captain has left the bridge." Ensign Helms stated. "I was told to turn the conn over to you upon your return."

"Acknowledged." Shtik sighed. He circled up to the science station and checked the library computers brainwave search. It signaled that it had completed it's cross referencing.

"Computer, does alpha wave pattern match those of any known individual?" Shtik asked.

["Energy waves do not match brainwave patterns of any starfleet personel."]

"What about civilian?"

["Energy waves do not match brainwave patterns of any civilian psyche scans currently on file."]

"What about deceased civilians?"

["Those records are not available."]

Shtik sighed. "Where there any racial matches?"

["There is a 58% chance that the energy patterns could match vulcan brainwave."]

Shtik nodded and turned his attention to the most recent Alpha wave readings. Activity was increasing dramatically. If those were brainwaves, they appeared to indicate a conciousness undergoing signs of stress. As if some kind of conflict was going on Shtik's father could be in trouble. Shtik snapped around to regard the main viewer.

"Ensign Helms, slow to one quarter impulse, allow nebula distance to close to 50 Kilometers."

Helms turned to look at the Lieutenant, opened his mouth to make a comment, paused, then returned to his console. "Aye, sir." he said aloud. "Feeling like a yo-yo." he muttered to himself.

"This is the shuttle Yosemite requesting clearance to take off." Miran fired the engines as soon as clearance came. Troy spoke up just then.

"The Cydonia isn't answering my hail. There might be a problem." That was not something she wanted to hear.

As they cleared the atmosphere sensors detected the problem. A ship was coming into the system. It was the USS Intrepid.

"Ship entering the system. I am going to try and avoid their sensors. If I can place the planet between us and them we should be able to leave the system undetected. I can then set us on the proper course back. It will take longer." Miran didn't care if anyone listened to her or noyt. It helped her to focus thoughts if she spoke them outloud.

"I do not know what to do about the Cydonia. If I boost the sensors the Intrepid will surely find us and then the mission is a waste." She cut back all of the power to lower the chances of the Intrepid of detecting them.

"I am cutting power to all systems but life support. We are above the pole of the planet. The planet's magnetic field and the reduced power should hide us. We will just have to wait it out."

Captain Thiana Zeri,
USS St Louis - "Honor to Serve, Proud to Lead"
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