"Rthii." 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎, 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑒'𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑.

I miss her...I am sure of that much...

A sturdy little fellow

So unobservant

"𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯...𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘈 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘈 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬?" 𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘹 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘣. "𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭, 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳! 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦-

<<<𝚃𝙰𝙻'𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙰𝚁: 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂: @zorvaanade.bsky.social ███.████.█; 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: █████ 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛: ███████ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳>>> << I have it on good authority that that feanna Sela has been allowing creatures from the Delta Quadrant to filter through her little territory and hunt down people>>

I really should've spaced Sela all those years ago.

Never trust what one is told in public, where sharp ears and eyes are ever alert The truth of who we are is deeply private, with some things known only to ourselves

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑡𝑙𝑒, 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑦-𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦- 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒.

Hakeev is such a bore

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘹," 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳, "𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶...𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦." 𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘹 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶-

𝘋𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘵-𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦-𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦...𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨-

He is a fine officer

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑇𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑖

𝑃𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑘, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡-

Ahh, an admirer

"𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥!" 𝘈 𝘸𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. "𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳?" "𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘛𝘢𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘬! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬!" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥-

Anyway...

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝐹𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑑

𝐴 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛, 𝑎 𝑇𝑎𝑙'𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑛

<<<𝚃𝙰𝙻'𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙰𝚁: 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂: @zorvaanade.bsky.social ███.████.█; 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: █████ 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛: ███████ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳>>> [I hope you are well on that foresaken space station full of feanna. I have a question, do you know anything about a species called 𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝙽? We have been getting-

<<<𝚃𝙰𝙻'𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙰𝚁: 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂: @jinsolade.bsky.social ███.████.█; 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: █████ 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛: ███████ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳>>> [Have you acquired any information on the 𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝙽 yet?]

"They are coming from where?"

It was an interesting experiment, though it ultimately failed...still, quite interesting

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑢 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒, 𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑙. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤

|| 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠' 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦. 𝑃𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠-

𝐼𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒...𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡

"What do you mean, they attacked the patrol as well?" "Yes, another patrol picked up a distress call," 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑, 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛, "we went to back them up, we were outside of Madra, and were 18 hours away. By the time I got there the outpost was destroyed...no survivors. The-

𝐴𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝘙𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘯'𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑑𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑛, 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤, 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔.

"secretly"

<<<𝚃𝙰𝙻'𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙰𝚁: 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂: ███.████.█; 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍: @zorvaanade.bsky.social 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: █████ 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛: ███████ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳>>> I will be back at that cursed station soon, I have not heard from you, are you having difficulties?

"So tell me, commander," ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟, 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 "is there a reason for this pointless endeavor?" "Colonel, as I tried to explain," 𝑅𝑖𝑜𝑣 𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 '𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘?' 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒, "we spotted a small, clearly-

"Riov, we have something on long range scans...weapons fire." 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡. "Oh?" ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘...𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, "How far?" "Far side of the system, interstellar space...37.2 light hours." "Hmm...plot a course, pilot." "Yes, rekkhai."

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚, 𝑣𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑣𝑎𝑑𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑛𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓.

𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑂𝑓𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔

So satisfying...

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑝, 𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑, 𝑉𝑛𝑒𝑥 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑤𝑜, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑙. 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠-

The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒-

𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜, 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑝 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑎. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑. "We have word of shots fired, some Bajoran weapons but also Federation." "Security?" "Possibly, or the locals going on tilt." "Hmm...perhaps we will hear news soon."

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Comms are down dear, oh dear

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑎𝑙'𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡. 𝐼𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝑟𝑒'𝑒𝑦 𝑅ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑙ℎℎ𝑢 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝑅𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑏𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒. 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟-

𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑. "Colonel, the senator is on the station. Reports are he has only a light escort. We believe he is using shuttlebay 7." "Is that so?" ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑑, "I want two teams, one to follow him and the other to-

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜. 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑘𝑠.

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