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- 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦.

"𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 '𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴' 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮...𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮."

"𝘕-𝘯𝘰, 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺."

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵."

-𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢.

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦."

"𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴-"

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, "𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘕𝘰? 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬."

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦-"

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭, 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨-

-𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴.

"𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴.

"𝘐𝘧 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴." 𝘩𝘦-

𝘗𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴-

"Listen to me, Verjak," 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦, 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜,"when they show up again kill whoever you need to but bring me this 'Debrune'. If you can't manage to get Avox at least that will make this hlai chase worth something."

"What did you say? Glows purple?" 𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

"Yes, according to the fool at the bar."

"Where is this supposed Debrune?"

"Oh, that makes total sense, a Romulan Debrune just traipsing about with guards. And TALL!! Verjak, I am going to cut this channel and vaporize your friends-"

"Liar! The Debrune have been dead for two thousand years! The breakaways have a...are you insane?! Am I wasting time helping an imbicile? How can you expect me to rely and align with your tribe if you come with your tongue wagging lies like this?" 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟.

-ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑦.

"Verjak, if this call is to moan over Starfleet security not being to your standards and not telling me you have found Avox then I am going to go to the holding facility and begin shooting the Hirogen there." 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒-

-news...but it isn't that you have found that butcher so I have some serious doubts about it."

"You know that there is an ongoing solar storm here, all the interference is garbling subspace." 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, "My liaison says you have some great, important-

-𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘺."

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦

"𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥...𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘹."

"𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘦𝘵?"

"𝘕𝘰..."

"𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦?"

"𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦...𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳...𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨."

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘬? 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳-