*** DMC Military R&D Lab, Draco City, Dragon'taan ***
"I see... had I known you were gonna do that, I would have taken you into the actual labs to do so," Vokun said.
"Should I call the techs and have them bring a grav-cart?" asked the Togruta standing beside Vokun.
*** Tigress' Armory, Dragon'taan ***
"Your mom thought you'd be able to crack the encryption, access the files," Travis said. "In fact, now that I think about it, your father seemed... adamant, about it - thought it'd contain some clue as to why a Romulan Ship was in Tigarian Space."
*** Indari Manor, Drake and Amie's room, Dragon'taan ***
"Your guess is as good as mine, honey," Drake said with a shrug. "There's more than enough people out there - they can handle it."
*** Laundry Room, Indari Manor, Dragon'taan ***
Kyle's frown deepened. "You mean this isn't the first time that's happened to you?" he asked. "There were other instances?"
*** Tau Ceti Delta outer orbit near Tau Ceti Beta ***
The DMC Fleet under General K'torr arrived almost as soon as the Shadow Wolf did. "Alright, Commander," K'torr said, "What are we looking at? What's the plan?"
*** Flagship Chimera, Belsavis ***
Kyle immediately went to Gypsie's side, gently trying to help her to her feet. "Alert," Gemini said, "We have an alarm going out - whoever those droids belong to, he's pissed."
"Get us out of here, Gemini," Kyle barked, "But don't give our position away! Let him think we're still in-system!" The hull vibrated slightly as the Chimera rose through the planet's atmosphere. Kyle would try to hold onto Gypsie and guide her to his room. "Hold on to me, Gypsie," he told her softly.
*** Sandstorm Cantina, Sheila city, Ma'hara ***
Out of the blue, a black feline in a Starfleet Uniform came into the cantina and sat at the bar counter. He was followed by a Klingon and a Romulan, both in uniform. "Can't imagine why everyone wanted to be here," the Romulan said with a shake of her head.
"You know why," the Klingon grunted. "We had spare vehicles, and the bunch wanted to organize a desert race. I spoke to the leader of that group, Ensign Gobbets. And I imagine we wouldn't be here unless the Captain approved the whole event."
"Everyone needs down-time," the "Captain" of the three sighed. "And the good ensign assured me there would be no incidents. Gobbets is usually very diligent on such matters. Regardless, Starfleet" He waved in a polite attempt to get the bartender's attention. "You got any colas around here?"